Lyrics:
dumb rich
Hunnid round right in my bag
I got sick no slatt
I got Vetement jean nocap
Okay, big big big big slime
I got tech I don't want my pints
Check
drop out you best just leave
Like the Hakka we stand side
By side that's why no bro deceased
With words I'm scaring opps
Put thoughts in there
Head until
donuts in the whip
She say that I'm her favorite gangster
Can't see you
Got too much kush smoke in the way
I got big money
(Big money) , rich friends
till the day I get rich
I mean we want it already and we just stepped on the pitch
South african broke boy till the day I get rich
By the time
couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the shit
Big bank on my finger
it big
Pray to God these haters never stop me from becoming rich
They will never stop me
They will never top me
I better bring my track shoes
I'ma be
the right feeling)
I've been doing my own thing (I've been doing it baby)
And they said don't never change (that's what everybody say)
And I pray I stay
Yeah them bandz is way too big to fill my pockets that's why I'm foldin 'em
Better talk money if I don't know him then why the fuck would I roll with
We pray, asking for forgiveness for our sinful ways
With mind, body, spirit and faith
We pray
Amen
Yeah (amen) you like that right? (Amen)
I
We pray, asking for forgiveness for our sinful ways
With mind, body, spirit and faith
We pray
Amen
Yeah, you like that right? I wrote it myself
why I rock by my , holy
That's why I roll by my, holy
big but I'm not rich (Not rich)
I know hella niggas in my circle that are toxic (Toxic)
I drink my problems away like alcoholics
Hello (Hello), hey how
the watch face
It came with the freckles
Got a black card to pay
For all the incidentals
And my house so big I hear my whispers echo
Lord rich forever,
to kill, don't ask, "How come?" (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't ask no names, just pray that you not one
I ain't playin' with these niggas but they still is my
But Im like fuck em
Thats why I never trust em
I seen niggas true colors
And that shit showed me something
Sometimes I wish that big bro Wouldve never
That's a little message
All the brothers and sisters out there
Y'all be strong
Keep your dreams flowin' baby
KaySlay I'm out for presidents
Say my name enough and any nigga testify
Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time
All by myself, I created black on black crime
I
Running all in the bank
Chopper hit like a tank
Keep it on me like a combination with the safe
Doing the dash
I better Hope and Pray
That I don't crash
wit me).
That's what I be (that's what I be); big dope celebrity.
[Verse 2: Mike Rich]
Muthafuckin' FrankieThaLuckyDog (Frank, LuckyDog).
Hit them
Im just tryna get rich
Im just tryna get rich
Im just tryna get rich yea
So why you acting like a bitch yea
Its die tryna get rich yea
Gotta get it
(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn't do that
ligament (ligament)
We created a sequel despite our skin and our pigment
One day, I hope to become legitimate (legitimate)
That's the thought process
had big goals since a little kid growing up at my granny house
I can't wait till I get rich so I can make a way to get my family out
Perfect my craft
Numbers that’s bad air
1 2 345 we starting breathing from 6
I’m saying your top 5 is a big mess
10 percent tight (tithe)verses dropping
I’m a mother
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