Lyrics:
wanna be a rich young man
I can't make you no promises
Know you're thinking of the promised land
Life ain't perfect, hope you understand
You just wanna be
Bonnie and Clyde together I know she down 4 whateva
Down 4 whateva I know she down 4 whateva
Down 4 whateva
Life's a bitch this is a set up
Well imma
[Chorus: x4]
In this life one thing counts
In the bank, large amounts
Now everybody wants a piece of my pocket
And it don't help when I'm
stupid ass killed
Im too rich for you baby, mybe cuz you too lazy
& I'm too lit for you baby I go by FNN TBABY
I mix that drank wit that 4 & the gang be
Girl I need some distance you been kinda distant
Why you acting up shawty I'll make you a rich bitch
Put you on fours that's a four by four whip
I
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
walk by faith not by sight
Its mind over matter you only live one life
Live learn adapt forgive and forget
My people they forgot about me they greedy
than this"
"Map a way out" it's a phrase
Ocean will use more than once
During the next four hours as we
Talk about his life and
Especially his last few
just trying to rally
I rich I'm a baddie
I rich and no one pad me
Jewelry drip drip addict
Workflow twenty-four-seven
Bad boy got me undressin'
Like I
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
Henny spilled on the wooden floor
The night before
The night before around like 4
I'm lost i'm torched
I smell like rich oh hoe get a waft
She red my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
him, minimum wage
The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons
His daughter and his wife, 'cause he sought a better life
His boss laid him off
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Yeah, open up, open up
Yeah, yeah, open up, open up
Yeah
Open up windows, no hitch
Three, four, five, six, seven, I'm rich
Ignorance doesn't mean
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
[Chorus: x4]
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(my life) my life (my life)
In my life, a lot of haters talking shit
And I might, expose
rich 'til I die
Gettin' money, gettin' high
Fuckin' bitches, living life
Do this every night, man, I can't get right
I got a strap in my coupe
Bad bitch
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
high
Career like 4th of July
I'm blowing up I can fly
Bitch I'm rich like Dubai
We be flying so high
Career like 4th of July
I'm blowing up I can fly
the credit
Don't ask me who's who
I built this brick by brick
Filthy rich guiltiness
Cause having nothing
Had me cuckoo
Never shot a man
In my life
But I will
Birdman, my man
Two words: Rich Gang
YSL Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life aye
Try anyone of us you'll lose your life play
With these big dogs better have
Fifty hustle one muscle yow j sharp
All a mi fren dem fi rich
You know wah wi a pree dah year yah
House pon d hill with d wips
Which life this life
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