Lyrics:
That Rich Gang lifestyle (lifestyle)
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (you underdig?)
Big money, nigga
Take the jet
L.A., hit the bity
She a bad rich bitch she did it own she been rocking Gucci ferigamo camme des garçon
She a bad rich bitch she did it by herself
She even bought
be a rich and
I-I-I wanna be a rich and famous (famous, famous, rich and famous)
(?) by living in a Malibu mansion
Wanna be a baller be the boss,
Jesus, they love me to pieces
Got up in the game cause I
Was tired of the bleachers
Get rich, repeat it, taste it, I'm delish
Lookin' so good she put me
I'll find another love like yours, like yours
I'll find another love like yours, like yours
Big trap, big packs
Only spittin' big facts
Big rich, big
petty
This pretty red girl said fuck it I'm quitting
Dance till your white big toe start splitting
I'm hood rich, stupid rich, and I ain?t bullshitting
Will tap out
I dont give a fuck
Who tha fuck around
Granny or auntie
Green tint my style
Pretty brownskin
No Kash Doll
Big tits
No ass job
Big trips
I'm a be rich before I hit that ditch
They ain't give it to me, had to earn that shit
I'm a be rich before I hit that ditch
Started with a nick, with
trying to make me some money!!"
Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze
But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin' by with twenty ki's
Because
Yea Imma one up on a bitch ass nigga Aye a bitch ass nigga
I'm just tryna be a rich ass nigga Aye a rich ass nigga Oh
Imma one up on a bitch ass
[Chorus]
Young nigga, we Rich Gang
Came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin' down Biscayne
Black Double-R with your bitch, mane
With that top off
to go far
What you think is rich, I just spent on a car
What you think is paid, I just blew on a watch
What you think is wealthy, I just dropped
pressure, big drip
Rolling in money, big strips
At the table couple stacks, I'm a young rich boy with some big chips
Damn
Skipping classes cause I wanted
bang
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it
OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
gonna help you when
He stuck in the pen lifes full of choices
You can choose a better life
Start by choosing the telly
We meeting there tonight
I talk
talk for me
Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me
I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high
I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy
daughters
Cop more work, make your own orders
Say we couldn't work, fuck the store owners
Grind all night, who the big homie
Fuck it
Got me feelin' like Rich
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
they get scared
Went and got that coupe and then went
Got that iced out big head
But all I ever want to be was a rich nigga
I was raised not to hate but
watch
New ap no tic toc Jordans
On my feet like a big hop
Blowin up gas out da ziplock Nigga I was rich before hip hop
Everybody tell body I'm
A big
see or feel
Exactly
Two gun totin', I seen dimes stole
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon from rollin'
Yeah, we done promotin'
We come for
rollin' with me
Because I'm a king
I fly overseas
Grind for the cheese
I grind for the paper
I ride for my team
And anywhere I go
I roll up the weed
the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it
Ha? I get rich why'all
Ha, boy I done bought D's wid dis
Big bout-it Benz car
I live by the code of the streets (yeah)
Don't leave the house
Without my motherfuckin' heat (Nah)
I roll Biscotti in the motherfuckin' leaf
(yeah)
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