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How Rich
by Mook Ali
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I be recording in the closet
While I'm smoking strong
Thats why my clothing
Smell like gas
Before I put it on
I heard somebody say
They call me mr put it on
Well with this pack
Them niggas call me
Mr. get it gone
Every month a different crib
Every week a different phone
Every night a different bitch
Inside my bed when I get home
Every other hour
It's somebody coming
For my throne
But every minute of every day
I'm clutching this fucking chrome
Switch out my glocks
By the season
This just my fall gat
Smoke another opp every season
This just my fall pack
Niggas Kyrie
And we ain't finna
Let you ball yet
You scared to take the shot
You ain't no killa nigga fall back
Better watch yo back around me
Nigga I got sticky fingers
And this bitch sticking
To the trigger
On my fucking banger
Yeah I got problems
With my temper
Can't control my anger
If you still round when I get active
Know yo life in danger
Yeah I done lost it all before
So I ain't losing focus
Ain't scared of nothing
Except for brokeness
That shit hocus pocus
So I don't care how rich I get
I'm still gone steal from Walmart
And I don't care how rich I get
I'm still gone save my roaches
And I don't care how rich I get
I'm still gone steal my cable
And I don't care how rich I get
You still won't get none from me
I owe my plug for 7 Ps
I know bro looking for me
And I don't care how rich I get
I still ain't got yo money
I be recording in the closet
While I'm smoking strong
Thats why my clothing
Smell like gas
Before I put it on
I heard somebody say
They call me mr put it on
Well with this pack
Them niggas call me
Mr. get it gone
Every month a different crib
Every week a different phone
Every night a different bitch
Inside my bed when I get home
Every other hour
It's somebody coming
For my throne
But every minute of every day
I'm clutching this fucking chrome
Switch out my glocks
By the season
This just my fall gat
Smoke another opp every season
This just my fall pack
Niggas Kyrie
And we ain't finna
Let you ball yet
You scared to take the shot
You ain't no killa nigga fall back
Better watch yo back around me
Nigga I got sticky fingers
And this bitch sticking
To the trigger
On my fucking banger
Yeah I got problems
With my temper
Can't control my anger
If you still round when I get active
Know yo life in danger
Yeah I done lost it all before
So I ain't losing focus
Ain't scared of nothing
Except for brokeness
That shit hocus pocus
So I don't care how rich I get
I'm still gone steal from Walmart
And I don't care how rich I get
I'm still gone save my roaches
And I don't care how rich I get
I'm still gone steal my cable
And I don't care how rich I get
You still won't get none from me
I owe my plug for 7 Ps
I know bro looking for me
And I don't care how rich I get
I still ain't got yo money
