Lyrics:
you
You want trouble, I got plenty
How you want it, full or semi
I'm so rich so all that fuck boy shit you kickin' don't offend me
Don't get killed off
rich so all that fuck boy shit you kickin' don't offend me
Don't get killed off in this bitch
I spit mills all in this shit
Boy it's been eleven years
Ty wasn't a shooter, that nigga just sold bricks
And Tony he was reckless he never had no picks
Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil Rich
Two
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
(I love rich niggas)
I'm a money makin' bitch and I could make some money wit' you (mwah)
And he always at the club but ain't never at the bank
Chours~
So get it understood boy
I am from the hood boy
Came up from the dirt
Self made hustler ima beast(ima beast)
Verse~
I'm surrounded by all
pull up in the club
Men ana achi
Bottles of champagne
Men ana asi
This house is for sale who wan sale am
Nah rich man Yesterday
This house is for
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
carny killin
Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo
Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya
Then I stuffed his dead body
club, throw up a dub, bitch, we on drugs
Versace vase, Versace mirror, Versace rugs
Twenty thousand square feet house by the water (water)
Water
through, killed 'em
Four by four came tall, not a lift-kit
Trackhawk fast, on some young nigga rich shit
Lamb' truck look like a shark, I'm a big fish
few words he did say, poor boy
These few words he did say
I preached for the Lord a mighty long time
Preached about the rich and the poor
Us
Ty wasn't a shooter, that nigga just sold bricks
And Tony he was reckless he never had no picks
Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil Rich
Two
in the club with no jewelsto prove this shit
I ain't gotta brag on how much money y'all ain't got
I make music for rich ass posts and that's that
Squad squad squad squad
If the block hot
And them feds out
My niggas know to get low
If she's in the club
With your Maine boy
You know your girl get
crazy to the Migos, boy, you know we keep the fire (baow)
I got a chopper, flip a nigga like a domino (flip 'em)
Young rich nigga, never made the honor
[Intro]
I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on
Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he
But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina,
And these few words he did say, poor boy,
These few words he did say.
"I preached for the Lord a mighty long time,
Preached about the rich and the poor.
Us
in the club
Cause it's all eyes on me
Bend her over
Smack her ass
Put her head by her feet
Ain't Throwing walls in your section, you should really have
this is Rich Boy city
And the bricks get flipped 'cause we close to the water
If ya ain't gettin' ya dope from me, nigga ya oughta
I fucked
for nothin', start livin' for life (uh-huh)
If you're having a baby, then make her your wife (yeah)
If you're up in the club where the dub
It's like
broke the main levy
Now that motherfucker is flooded with diamonds
Like a broke nigga, I ain't got nothing to lose
But I'm rich in the club, the couch
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich
.jpg/218px-John_Kirby,_Buster_Bailey,_Washington_DC,_May_1946_(Gottlieb).jpg "John Kirby & His Onyx Club Boys")
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