Cordae — RNP Live on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon

[TV Intro: Jimmy Fallon] Making his TV debut performing "RNP" from his upcoming project The Lost Boy with a little help from Anderson .Paak and The Roots, give it up for YBN Cordae! [Chorus: Anderson .Paak & YBN Cordae, Both] Come on, New York City, Come on! One of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me (Oh, what the-, wha-uh, come on) I got two bad broads gon' be rubbin' my feet (Oh, what the-, uh, come on) I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat (Oh, what the-) And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me (Yeah, hey) Not one of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me I got two bad misses gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me [Verse 1: YBN Cordae] Uh, ok, put your, uh, hands up, this the, uh, anthem Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome Not to mention wealthy, body on her healthy Young millionaire, what really can you tell me? Smell me? Boy, that's Chanel cologne I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone She like- [Verse 2: Anderson .Paak and YBN Cordae] Ooh, sound like rich brother problems (Uh-huh) I hit a bad chick with a fistful of condoms And the randomness, like risky ménages Hit the head right, she can get what she wanted (Uh-huh) The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet She told me she was prego, I ain't even take the mother, mother ____ out my pocket, yeah [Verse 3: YBN Cordae] Hold on, the opposite She want 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 [Chorus: Anderson .Paak & YBN Cordae, Both] One of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me (Mmm) I got two bad broads gon' be rubbin' my feet (Oh, what the-, uh, come on) I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat (Oh, what) And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me (Hey) Not one of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me I got two bad misses gon' be rubbin' my feet (Come one) I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me [Verse 4: YBN Cordae & Anderson .Paak] Listen, 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 Ayy, we like a cold team, bro, Shaq and Kobe Like back in '03, I was only like 6 I was like 16, but, I can give a sixteen I can make a chick scream, that's a bit extreme I got a thick bald chick, I call her Ms. Clean (Uh-huh) My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine (Uh-huh) 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 Prolly in New York, Ferraris and blue cheese Bro, does that even mean? Just let the hook sing (Come on) [Chorus: Anderson .Paak & YBN Cordae, Both] One of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me (Oh, what the-, wha-uh, come on) I got two bad broads gon' be rubbin' my feet (Oh, what the-, uh, come on) I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me (Hey) Not one of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me (Come on) I got two bad misses gon' be rubbin' my feet (Come on) I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me [Outro: Anderson .Paak & YBN Cordae] YBN Cordae! Anderson .Paak! Yes, Lord! Jimmy Fallon, New York City You're now part of history Free Simba, Free Simba! [TV Outro: Jimmy Fallon] Yeah, come on! No, you gotta bow, that's what I'm talking about, that's how you do it! Come on, bud You did great, man YBN Cordae! Anderson .Paak! The Lost Boy is out Friday!