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my money man
I know   I just care about my rent
Heart smaller than Ariana Grande
I know she rich but she didn't mention
She tryna bite me coz of my

this bitch with my eyes low
I'm in this bitch with my eyes low(Yeah yeah)
Have you ever heard of rich niggas like me
Not to many like me
Got white tee

Aye man say man viewers discretion
All of my paper legit
(Aye Ayee)
I'm just tryna get rich that's by any means all of my money legit
Fuck copping

somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what

“Missed Yo Beat”

Hook

I play for keeps,
Please move your feet,
Gave up on me, 
Gimme 3 feet, 
Don’t play with me,
You missed your beat,
Bitch

as a smaller, closed eye
Surrounded by the same, peculiar glowing lines
He doesn't notice it at first
But the orbiting lines are connected at certain points

Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Nigga I gotta be Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Fuck 9-5
I'll stay till 5:30
Job

Mey3 genge genge
Afi yi omo si mey3 genge genge
Young rich nigga aa
Mey3 genge genge
Afi yi omo si mey3 genge genge
Yeiiiiyeiii ye yii
Mo na mo si s3

Yeah, yeah
I'm young and I'm rich
Probably so cute that I'm fucking your bitch
Got all this bread, a baguette's on my wrist
Rari' so fast that it

I was laying down on the floor i was cold as shit (yea) 
You gotta work for it I made myself proud cause I molded it (oh)
Smaller circle and i've

Chanel made my clothes

Offwhite on my feet (bitch) I can't cuff no hoe



Verse 1:


Money stack up make that ass drop

Tell them bitches take the ass

Chanel made my clothes

Offwhite on my feet (bitch) I can't cuff no hoe



Verse 1:


Money stack up make that ass drop

Tell them bitches take the ass

de Mayo
Tints on the ride home, bitch, I've been tryna hide
Pop shit like Prince or a Michael
All white whip, it's albino
By no means I'ma quit,

'bout 'em
Slam, Balenci' on my feet
Slam, just went slammed on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em

You a bitch and you slow, heard

bitch
You shoot from three we might need three helmets
Pass to the three and it fell in by Nick
In the paint it's a problem
Don't jump at the three
You

Fuck eat sleep get rich then die
Fuck eat sleep get rich then die
Fuck eat sleep get rich then die
Fuck eat sleep get rich then die
She said I don't

We let 'em thangs sang like its R&B
I make 'em eat dust he get his head bust
Bitch nigga get flushed, claiming he want some war with me
I'm rich

you chose for this
Heres a chance
You dont wanna miss
Feel everybody hate me
Like my name chris
I been on go
I cant sit
By next year we cant be

Mama ain’t raise no bitch, mama ain’t raise no bitch, mama, mama,
Mama ain’t raise no bitch, mama ain’t raise no bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
Mama

waking up at 6
5 hours worth of sleep
3 to shower, eat and shit

I need rich nigga problems 
Rich nigga problems 
Give me rich nigga problems 
Rich nigga

until I'm rich
(what did you tell that ho?)
I ain't going to sleep until I'm rich
All them bitches know it's money when
We step up in this bitch

They say

Bitch don't kill my vibe with lo-fi
Blare that boom bap when I drive by
So OG I'm using hi-5 my rhymes so hot they make the beat fry
So underground I

Mill, Die Rich or Die tryin
Fucking that bitch and I'm wearing a PJ
Cumpleaño, nigga, I think it's my Bday
Bow hit him with a pump like Ceeday
Bitch I'm

And the money calling so I really gotta go
And she really like the money so she really finna blow
I give that bitch a gift, like Ho, Ho, Ho
Cocaine's on my feet