Lyrics:
To luxury, wealth, I'm tryna be rich in the soul
Settle for more than a bitch
I want me a girl with who
I wanna grow old
But I'm tempted by all of these
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin' wholes
Me and the white girl just eloped (hah)
Same day,
a trip (ay)
YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks
Whoa, fresh out a pandemic but I ain't rusty
Whoa, have a baby by me, bitch, come be lucky
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
over, the gig is over (when a play)
The kid is older and getting colder (many fly by)
But his will hold ya, so listen closer to (a-a)-r-o-n
They
ain't no fear in me
Fucked her and her best friend now these bitches out here sharing me
cpparently it's a cold(Cole) world when ya girl start hearing
I got lost with a woman tonight
Reaping the light of the evening
Eve what I felt like
Bit by the serpent
More like concerned with
The fact that
not that dude
But don't worry you will still be rich
Fuck every girl and probably bag every bitch
Have niggas down to ride, until the day you quit
on a crutch
I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies'll prolly turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich ass white girls
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Yeah
You the only one that need my attention
Girl you sublime your soul divine
They say God is an artist I love to see her designs
If I put you
it up real quick
She wanna be a famous bitch
I'm talking that old Asian rich
House in the hills the type to get drunk and run after the hit
The type
like Cole and Adele
Or go NFL, be Kobe or Kells
The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail
The fight as been fixed since the openin' bell
needed help cause I do this shit on my
own ay
Now that I'm rich and famous your girl she wanna call me
But you know what they say at the top it's really
See I been spendin' these late nights
On girls I never see again
Constantly intoxicated
Only God could save me, yeah
With 'em by the sunrise
One day
Obm the gang that's it
Till we all rich
Paco Jesus blessed the beat
cin't no party like an OBM party
Bottles get to poppin when they hear we in
didn't fold
It could've have been me it could been us
The j give common sense like hus
Peng girl ask iffa got feeling don't get lined by the bitch you
Born poor l have to brеak the cycle
Niggas fucking around like psycho's
I'm working my S likе a cyborg
I need to change like J Cole
I'm telling my story
that’ll hit the spot
Put ya favorite playlist on &
Turn it up a notch
Two peas in a pod
Girl we all we got &
I’m writing you this note
Leave it by ya bed
skin get you caged, like
Take you to a place to a little girl..
Cold world, big dreams, big pearls, big schemes
No mom and no daddy, raised by, dying
girls weh call man loser
Give dem thousand dollar each
Now Dem call mi a new word
RICH
Yea man that's my new name
A new flame mi a dash out
Get some wata
Mushrooms girl, let the wind unfurl,
Sails, go where the wind blows,
Go where the fiends roll
Dream big, J Cole,
Never heard a wack story, talk smack I say
I'm trying to float in the benz
While your girl choke on my skin
While I'm holding her tits
While your girl hold on my dick
Yea she all up on her
funk rapping
Cole whose girl is this she is just nasty
It's a wrap (yeah)
On the bright side of that for mans
Im bouta rap up before she wrap around me
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