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Make Me Rich

 

Make Me Rich

(album: The Collection Vol. 2 - 2023)


(Stribb on the beat)
I told baby to make me rich
I told lil' baby to make me rich
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich
Yeah

I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
Three niggas ran in my spot, but ain't taking shit, yeah
You know they walked out with a body, but seven shots hit
I was spanking 'em, belt got hit
Baby Cheese was the first young nigga I saw go Chanaynay
Get a check and I cash out, Nae Nae
For my nieces and nephews and DJ
Driver switching the lanes on the E-way
We gon' really play ball when we play
Don't forget 'bout my balls, lil' baby
Off them Perky withdrawals, he cray-cray
In that Maybach, I hog the expressway
My right hand itching, left hand was itching some more
Rubbed 'em right on my pockets, 'cause you know some money was coming, I needed some more
I remember back when I was poor
Had to find me a way through that door
Auto-slam on the Maybach doors
He didn't cry, he came back with force
Kicked the door in
Let me get on this bitch, I'ma go in
At the door, I'ma let all the bros in
Wrote Yak Gotti a letter, I told him
That I love him, I missed him, I'm posted
All the shit that I do, I don't post it
Walk away from this bitch 'fore I'm ghosted
'Cause I'm not too good with my emotions
I want top nonchalant with no focus
I'm just tryna get me some money and shit, but baby for sure can come with me
I ran out of bullets, the switch had hit, I took out the thirty, put fifty, ayy
I brought myself back, used to work out and shit, get my body right, feeling like 50
Man, I'm picking up bitches and breaking they backs, that's why they be outside tryna get me
I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
Mr. Backdoor, I had sent that blitz
This shit a contact sport, everybody hit
We was running into everybody shit
Pew-pew, you can't tell nobody shit
Smoke and it better not be 'bout a bitch
Took a brick, bust it, put it on my wrist
Took a Cartier and put it on my bitch
Took a bad bitch, put her on my dick
Took some diamonds and put 'em on my face
She a Tootsie Pop, just a couple licks
When her pussy pop, she be doing tricks
She can lick the tip, she can take the dick
I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
Now she be asking me 'bout my location and shit
I'm working, she think I be faking and shit
In back in probation, I'm faking the piss
They asking me questions, I'm pleading the Fifth
I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah

done

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