MARUV — Rich B＊tch (Official Dance Video) | караоке, мінус + текст пісні

Turn up the fire. Turn up the fire Six-inch heels and bloody shoes. That's my style and that's my muse. Hypnotic ladies and run groove. That's how I'm making money move. You hear my name, you know how it moves. I'm next to crime and sex abuse. Like, would I care? I'm fucking queen. Doubling commas in my streams. You can tell me nothing but you're beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich. You can tell me nothing but you're beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich Turn up the fire Come on. Turn up the fire Come on. You're moaning, go on call your mom. 'Cause all you do is blah, blah, blah. A leather collar around my neck is gonna pay me check, check, check. You pray for cash to mighty God, so why don't you just shut your trap? At least you see me as I am, I'm not behind some glitching Milan. You can tell me nothing but you're beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich. You can tell me nothing but you're beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich Turn up the fire Come on Turn up the fire Come on Turn up this fire. Turn up this fire. You can tell me nothing but you're beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich. You can tell me nothing but you're beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich. Beautiful, dead and rich