Right Now

I’m just tryna get paid ****

Wanna save it all but can’t take it in the grave with ya

9-5 Got you workin like a slave ****

Rick Ross yea I’m a self made ****

(AYE)

I go to da bank just make a deposit

I keep that pole n watch for the robbers

You need work I supply it I got it

I see em watchin but I never mind it

Im tired of this it feels like a mess

Try to do right but shit goes left

Now I’m the In booth cookin up like a chef

Never been a hoe I gotta maintain a rep

I want the Ms Delivered in checks

Got a a lot on my plate but can’t see that I’m stressed

Wouldn’t turn back the time I got no regrets I know this shit was a test

Made money my main focus I treat packs like my trophy

I’m on your ass if you owe me I use to live with the rats and the roaches

Give me a shot and I bet I don’t blow it

12 Dropping off the eviction notice

See the pain in my eyes but don’t show it

I’m patiently waiting for my moment

 everything happen for a reason (I know)

These **** fraud they committing treason

My money right so they think I’m conceited

My fam fucked me ova and I can’t believe it

N now I c y I can’t fuck with a ****

Now I c what’s really up with a ****

Wanna be the greatest gotta put in some effort

Put my life in these rhymes hoping god gone bless us

Me and bro doing dirt but I pray don’t catch us

I wanna trade in chevy just to ride that new Tesla

I’m doing dash n y’all need to catch up I don’t think they catch us

I ain’t worried bout shit rn I’m just tryna get rich right now

I ain’t worried bout a bitch right now I’m just tryna get rich right

now I ain’t worried bout shit rn I’m just tryna get rich right now

I ain’t worried bout a bitch right now I’m just tryna get rich right now

I want a bag of money, I like my cash in Hunnits

I want a bag of money I like my cash in hunnits

I ain’t worried bout shit rn I’m just tryna get rich right now

I ain’t worried bout a bitch right now I’m just tryna get rich right now (Right Now)

This the life I’m gone die for

Get on the stand I’ll lie for

Smelling like money and that Tom Ford

And all them petty ass problems I ain’t got time for

You **** imposters

They just acting tough they deserve oscars

Surrounding by pistol and choppas

Full throttle ain’t no way they gone stop us

We eating good that’s steak and lobsters

That’s yo bitch but she call me big papa

You can come I ain’t got time no for no drama

I ain’t worried bout shit rn I’m just tryna get rich right now

I ain’t worried bout a bitch right now I’m just tryna get rich right now

I ain’t worried bout shit rn I’m just tryna get rich right now

I ain’t worried bout a bitch right now I’m just tryna get rich right now

I want a bag of money, I like my cash in Hunnits

I want a bag of money I like my cash in hunnits

I ain’t worried bout shit rn I’m just tryna get rich right now

I ain’t worried bout a bitch right now I’m just tryna get rich right now (Right Now)