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Rich Money
by SJayzed
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Like yuh
SJ
Back in it better than ever
Yuh
And that's in any weather
Like
Saint SJayzed
On that
Like no cap
But they say I'm really really rich
See the bag no flaw in the stitch
The threads stay lookin' so flawless
Makin' the money like all of the lawless
But I need no suit
I ain't no corporate I ain't dissolute
God taught me to Him I salute
To Him I salute like
They say go check him
Rich to the dollar I'm stackin' like Beckham
All of the shawties they just tryna neck him
Not into that, that's foul like tec 'em
Finna be shooting my free throw
I'm in my zone like just did a repo'
With Yah its too easy like I got a cheat code
He still died for me when it's nothin' that he owed
But I got one hand on the stick
Demons be comin' I'm uppin' the blick
My body be clean it's feelin' so slick
They say J you different I know got a trick
Got Shampoo
Nah it ain't soap It's nothing to you
Come and look closer
It's the green that I blew
If I really could I'd live in the stu'
Uhh, like get that
Yuh, like get that
Ain't stackin' money you lazy admit that
Ain't workin' hard you'd rather just sit back
Uhh, like get that
Yuh, like get that
I work for God so I ain't ever gone sit back
Ain't ever gone sit back
Get money
Yeah that rich rich money
New money
Swear it's sweet like honey
Get money
This that rich rich money
New money
Swear it's sweet like honey
The tags I pop
Hop in the club they all finna bop
Swear I'm so sick when he finna drop
When he finna drop
Rock, Rock
Rock in that club it don't stop
Rock, Rock
Yuh it's just like
But they say I'm really really rich
See the bag no flaw in the stitch
All of them envy like get a new niche
How you gone waste time just being a
The threads stay lookin so flawless
Makin' money like all of the lawless
Don't need no suit no I ain't dissolute
Nah
I ain't no corporate
They say go check him
Rich to the dollar I'm stackin Beckham
All of the shawties they just tryna neck him
Not into that, that's foul like tec 'em
But I got one hand on the stick
Demons be comin' I'm uppin' the blick
My body be clean it's feelin' so slick
They say J you different I know got a trick
Finna be shooting my free throw
I'm in my zone like just did a repo'
With Yah it's too easy like I got a cheat code
He still died for me when it's nothin' that he owed
Aye look
I got a trick man
Praise to the Most High
Like yuh
SJ
Back in it better than ever
Yuh
And that's in any weather
Like
Saint SJayzed
On that
Like no cap
But they say I'm really really rich
See the bag no flaw in the stitch
The threads stay lookin' so flawless
Makin' the money like all of the lawless
But I need no suit
I ain't no corporate I ain't dissolute
God taught me to Him I salute
To Him I salute like
They say go check him
Rich to the dollar I'm stackin' like Beckham
All of the shawties they just tryna neck him
Not into that, that's foul like tec 'em
Finna be shooting my free throw
I'm in my zone like just did a repo'
With Yah its too easy like I got a cheat code
He still died for me when it's nothin' that he owed
But I got one hand on the stick
Demons be comin' I'm uppin' the blick
My body be clean it's feelin' so slick
They say J you different I know got a trick
Got Shampoo
Nah it ain't soap It's nothing to you
Come and look closer
It's the green that I blew
If I really could I'd live in the stu'
Uhh, like get that
Yuh, like get that
Ain't stackin' money you lazy admit that
Ain't workin' hard you'd rather just sit back
Uhh, like get that
Yuh, like get that
I work for God so I ain't ever gone sit back
Ain't ever gone sit back
Get money
Yeah that rich rich money
New money
Swear it's sweet like honey
Get money
This that rich rich money
New money
Swear it's sweet like honey
The tags I pop
Hop in the club they all finna bop
Swear I'm so sick when he finna drop
When he finna drop
Rock, Rock
Rock in that club it don't stop
Rock, Rock
Yuh it's just like
But they say I'm really really rich
See the bag no flaw in the stitch
All of them envy like get a new niche
How you gone waste time just being a
The threads stay lookin so flawless
Makin' money like all of the lawless
Don't need no suit no I ain't dissolute
Nah
I ain't no corporate
They say go check him
Rich to the dollar I'm stackin Beckham
All of the shawties they just tryna neck him
Not into that, that's foul like tec 'em
But I got one hand on the stick
Demons be comin' I'm uppin' the blick
My body be clean it's feelin' so slick
They say J you different I know got a trick
Finna be shooting my free throw
I'm in my zone like just did a repo'
With Yah it's too easy like I got a cheat code
He still died for me when it's nothin' that he owed
Aye look
I got a trick man
Praise to the Most High
