Lyrics:
Never been rich so don't say I've been
Never had a way to grab a Benz
That's something they told me id never get
That's why I gotta get it gotta meet
the thing
That's what's hard
To be the kind of Bard
That would like to sing the nice thing
I'd prefer to sing the nice thing
Yes I would
That'd be good
Yes I
been performed by His invisible hand
Look what He gave us
He parted the forest to make a Heaven on Earth
See suburban landscapes lush with verdant green
a crazy view
I'm chasing you, top two and you ain't number two
I'm stunned by you I can't fake it everything is true
I just want you man you can be my only
your really really grown
You think your big
I'd rather be the rich one
Most you hoes don't get it done
I count the check
Run up the fund
You think you
was minimum wage
Get the fuck out my face
I see right through that fake
You just want me cause I’m switching lanes
Now she commenting under my page
In
it's a hit stick (ayy)
I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (ayy)
I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)
Too rich to go
Everybody got fake dreads and love to take drugs (yeah)
Once you this rich, you do whatever you want (huh?)
Yes, I'm hella ignorant, I don't give a fuck
witness with this real grind
Never pump fake to compromise the principles
All transparency avoids the issue
I'd really love to talk that rich rapper shit
I’m getting money on a punk bitch
Yea it’s Matt Brick$
What
I be going so hard I know your bitch know me
But I’d give it all away for my dead homies
The way things are going we need a quick fix, baby
I don't mind you being a rich bitch, babe
If I were a real big baddy, sugardaddy, I'd be good to you
about too much fake shit
I'd rather take risk, rewards be success
Tell her quick sex can't compensate for success
Talkin' big jets, bags of cash
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
They try to say I'm arrogant
But on the real I'm really confident
This one for them fake niggas
I do this for the fake niggas
Phill Israel I'm so
Get rich
All I know is count Benjamin's
And get rich
Get rich
Stack that paper then turn around
And fake on these hater
Get your money right and move
Yeah, I just got rich
I don't know how to feel
Peezy pulled up G Wagen
I knew this shit was real
I ain't think I was gon' make it
Really felt like I'd get
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Ho, what you on?
Straight up
They opps still playin', huh?
Twenty thousand square feet house by the water (water)
Water (water), water (water),
have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
off on her
And I don't try to hard for love, Cuz I know it prolly won't work
And don't bring me all the fake love, Whenever I go in the dirt
I'd still
butt
You're a rich nigga's worst mistake
You're just a trophy, and what make matters worse you're fake
A mall broad tryin to keep up with the Joneses
,
Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
steady worried bout some others then you losing
Feel like the flowers in the spring by how I'm blooming
Look i need a big body whip some shit with room in
Man we only 18 man
We doin big things
Top shotta lil baby Mexico
Get rich or die trying you already know
Yung Mio
Yung Miooooo
Listen I got this
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