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Rich

 

Rich

(album: Off The Books - 2015)


[Verse 1:]
Always been my own man, always stood on my own two
I was used to not having shit, now I do whatever I wanna do
Still down with my same niggas, I don't be with no new crew
We don't need no new friends, so don't come around if we don't know you
Don't ask me why I move different, cause you don't know what I've been through
Still walk around with two strippers, that never fuck with me gentle
Still ride for who's locked up, and pour a shot for who's gone
Still sending that commissary 'til all my niggas come home
I could never be rich and not look out for my squad
If you ain't never put us niggas on, don't call yourself no boss
I don't ever get snaked twice, had to cut a few niggas off
Been to Hell and back and started flipping packs, now I'm the nigga on top

[Hook:]
We want more bread
Tell my bitch we need one more drink
We'll be good if we hit one more lick
Then we woke up and we did that shit
And now we rich and now we rich, we rich
Now we rich and now we rich, we rich
Now we rich and now we rich, we rich
Now we rich and now we filthy rich
Now we rich and now we...

[Verse 2:]
I don't ever fuck with broke niggas, I don't ever trust thots
I just ride around in my city with my top down, getting top
We don't ever need handouts, all my niggas sell rock
I don't ever hit the jewelry store unless a hundred bands and I cop
I don't ever fuck with fake niggas, I don't ever talk to cops
I don't ever hit the dealership [?] off the lots
Heard the feds are still gunning for me, I'm a die 'fore I talk
Moved out the hood a long time ago but I'm still the man on my block
Ain't none of my [?], I ain't ever been robbed
Try to take my shit, I don't play that shit, so you niggas gon' get shot
I don't ever want one chief, I'm a need a whole lot
When she hit the pole and she drop it slow, I tell her back it up and [?]

[Hook:]
We want more bread
[?] one more drink
We'll be good if we hit one more lick
Then we woke up and we did that shit
And now we rich and now we rich, we rich
Now we rich and now we rich, we rich
Now we rich and now we rich, we rich
Now we rich and now we filthy rich
Now we rich and now we...

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