RNP
YBN Cordae Lyrics
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I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Uh, okay, put your fucking hands up, this the fucking anthem
Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome
Not to mention wealthy, ass on her healthy
Young millionaire, what the fuck can you tell me? Smell me?
Nigga, that's Chanel cologne
I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone
Like ooh, sound like rich nigga problems
I hit a bad bitch with a fistful of condoms
And the randomness of risky ménages
Like get the head right, she can get what she wanted
The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet
She told me she was preggo, I ain't even take the motherfuckin' dick out my pocket yet
The opposite
She want me to fly her, so I copped a jet
Must be thinkin' I'm a one way ticket on a runway
Drippin' in my feng shui, sippin' on a sundae
One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
I bought a Moncler coat for the times we were broke
I'ma wear it in the summer on LeBron James boat
Front row? Duh, bro, we don't sit on nosebleeds
Ain't your pockets obese? They won't fit in those seats
Ay, we like a cold team, nigga, Shaq and Kobe
Like back in '03, I was only like 6
Shit, I was like 16, but I can give a sixteen
I can make a bitch scream, that's a bit extreme
I got a thick bald bitch, I call her Ms. Clean
My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine
We all all-stars, you hardly sixth string
Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams
Swear to God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein
The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding
We party in South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese
Fuck does that even mean? Nigga, just let the hook sing
One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
YBN Cordae's song "RNP" is an anthem that celebrates his success in life. He boldly proclaims that none of his contemporaries can match his abilities or wealth. The opening lines state that he has everything that he wants- bad women to rub his feet and three young men to guard him. The chorus repeats the same sentiment, asserting that none of his peers can compare to him.
Cordae then compares his lifestyle to rich people's common problems. He claims that he doesn't worry about anything, from going on ménages with random women to wearing fancy clothes in warmer weather. He further mentions that he is so rich that he can buy a jet for himself and his lady. Cordae also boasts about his music- his talent for writing rhymes and the way he can make a woman scream. Throughout the song, Cordae asserts his dominion in his field and in life in general.
In summary, YBN Cordae's "RNP" is a song about his extraordinary lifestyle and confidence in his abilities. He declares that, as an artist and a person, he is at the top of his game and that none of his competitors can match him in any way.
Line by Line Meaning
One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I am too powerful for any of you to challenge me.
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I have two women who will cater to my every need.
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
I have three young men on my team who are ready to use their weapons.
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
None of you can compete with my level of success and power.
Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome
I am proud of who I am and what I have accomplished based on my race, age, and physical attributes.
Young millionaire, what the fuck can you tell me?
I have achieved financial success at a young age and therefore do not need advice from anyone else.
The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet
I am confident in my abilities and show off my wealth and style openly.
She want me to fly her, so I copped a jet
I am so wealthy that I can easily afford to buy a private jet for a woman who asks me to.
Front row? Duh, bro, we don't sit on nosebleeds
I always have the best seats at events and do not settle for less.
Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams
I worked hard and overcame obstacles to achieve my goals and dreams.
The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding
My car was an attention-grabbing color and my expensive watch was very shiny.
Fuck does that even mean? Nigga, just let the hook sing
I don't care if my lyrics don't make sense to others, just enjoy the catchy chorus of the song.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Brandon Paak Anderson, Cordae Dunston, Jermaine L. Cole
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@xavierd4149
Putting Anderson paak on your song is basically a cheat code
@tonka_collin8591
Yanny Laurel 447 likes no comment people are disrespectful
@alexk.35
fr hes never had a bad feature
@cristobal4744
like Andre 3000 lol
@xavierd4149
TheVeezyTV never
@420speedweed
Dr Ritzy
say that to his 4 million monthly spotify listeners
@GMatrix
Everyone in the world sleeps differently.
I sleep on my side.
My brother sleeps on his back.
And the rest of the world sleeps on Cordae.
@dumarecholsjr758
G Matrix factual
@DisconnectedRoamer-ge5su
So original
..jk share the joke
@darcsun9766
Colddddd