Lyrics

Huh, look
**** rap rich, but I been broke
Last night, I had a dream 'bout a kicked door
I used to cross state lines just to get dope
Wanna press my line, gotta fish for it
I'm all alone in a crowd, don't touch me, smoking, I'm frustrated
Lie to my girl when she bring it up much later
Nah I ain't a hoe, I just crush a lot
Ball soft, re-rock till I whip the watch
Mustard hit me from the yacht, drunk laughing at Chop
They said it's grind time, a gang of **** want your spot
Look, a gang of these new **** wanna be Pac
That's why a gang of these lil' **** gone get shot
It's hard to grow up
**** ain't fucking with you, so what?
Sit yo ass down, get yo dough up
I don't ever judge with my nose up
I'ma blow up, ooh, about money, on that note
Bitch, I'm one hundred to the point you get taxed for it
If I ever need ya hand, I'll ask for it, until then, I'ma be on my shit like
Ooh, I'ma get rich on you
And I'ma be richer than you, I'ma get rich like
Ooh, I'ma get rich on you
I'ma be richer than you 'cause I'm on my shit like
Ooh, I'ma be richer than you
Two or three bitches came through, I'm tryna fuck something
I told her back it, back it up for a young G
Remember, hoes used to call a **** ugly
Two chains on, mouth full of gold teeth
OG chiefed up, try me, get creased up
Babe couldn't leave the cut even with a knife on
So bad, had to hit it with the lights on
Body like a stallion, I'm finna take her home
She told me keep that shit a secret, just for me to know
She got a ass so fat, I gotta hold that
I'ma throw this money on it, no tax
You can quote that, signed sincerely yours
I swear I grind all the time, make me need it more
Ooh, I'ma get rich on you
And I'ma be richer than you, I'ma get rich like
Ooh, I'ma get rich on you
And I'ma be richer than you 'cause I'm on my shit like
And we never going back so I know it's clear
Call the teller every night so I know it's there
Only find truth in your account and in your mirror
Counting checks 'cause I'm deaf, ****, Kobe stare
Ooh, the pussy so tight, I had to claim her
Got your deal on your side fail, call Kramer
Danger, dying is cheap, living ain't free
**** is cool but **** ain't me
AP, whippin' the jewelry till the court come
Get to the millions as a civilian, gotta be worth something
I only like bitches who go and find bitches
They all getting fined even when they find bitches
Ten summers like a motherfucking shy sentence
You ain't getting business, girl, stay out my business
Why wouldn't they, you sit and ignore the calls on ****
Don't call us back or broke, richer than all y'all ****, it's Razor
Ooh, I'ma get rich on you
And I'ma be richer than you, I'ma get rich like
Ooh, I'ma get rich on you
And I'ma be richer than you, I'ma get rich like
Written by: Rodney J. Brown Jr.
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