Die Rich

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Jayconi

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(Yo, Pash, you been trippin' on them hoes)
I'm tryna make it out this shit, cause I'm tryna die rich
I'm ridin' for my bruddas, I don't talk or see a snitch
Curly hair with booty, that's the type of chick I'm tryna hit
Real shit, stretch marks, I don't need no counterfeit
Ooh, I'm gettin' to this paper, baby
Stay in my lane and run it up, been what I'm thinkin' lately
I keep one in the chamber, just in case they actin' crazy
I don't trust a soul when the sun down, cause everywhere be shady
I'ma get this bitch for free, she gon' let me bend her over
But you gotta invest into her like a stock broker
Take over the city when I'm rollin' in that Rover
Know I came a long way from whippin' that Corolla
When she not with you, she gon' hit my line, Motorola
So many goofies I encountered, think I need a damn folder
Told my homie, watch your back, that boy a bitch
Had to say I told you when he did the switch
I've been gettin' to that cheddar lately, that's why I've been cheesin'
Took this bitch to San Diego, I don't need a reason
My loyalty too deep, never changin', no season
Fightin' demons every day, my heart is still bleedin
I'm tryna make it out this shit, cause I'm tryna die rich
I'm ridin' for my bruddas, I don't talk or see a snitch
Curly hair with booty, that's the type of chick I'm tryna hit
Real shit, stretch marks, I don't need no counterfeit
Ooh, I'm gettin' to this paper, baby
Stay in my lane and run it up, been what I'm thinkin' lately
I keep one in the chamber, just in case they actin' crazy
I don't trust a soul when the sun down, cause everywhere be shady
Mama, I'ma get this bag, that's on me
Plenty nights I cried to God, I'm prayin' on my knees
Starvin' for a M, fill my plate, I need to eat
I'm bout this money stickin' to the green like a cleat, yuh
If you close to me, know that we never fallin' off
The homie Gene don't take no shit, cause he from the North
Me and E, that's my day one, we was runnin' off
That boy Cam done had a plan, he been takin' off
Got a classy woman, but you know that she a hoe for me
She said I can't leave her, I can't ever leave her lonely
I don't trust nobody, till they find a way to show me
F*ck around and die for me
I'm tryna make it out this shit, cause I'm tryna die rich
I'm ridin' for my bruddas, I don't talk or see a snitch
Curly hair with booty, that's the type of chick I'm tryna hit
Real shit, stretch marks, I don't need no counterfeit
Ooh, I'm gettin' to this paper, baby
Stay in my lane and run it up, been what I'm thinkin' lately
I keep one in the chamber, just in case they actin' crazy
I don't trust a soul when the sun down, cause everywhere be shady

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