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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Rich Shit [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Ambezza
Ambezza
Programming
Cheese
Cheese
Programming
Zailor
Zailor
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Mathias Daniel Liyew
Mathias Daniel Liyew
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
Morgan Taylor
Morgan Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ambezza
Ambezza
Producer
Cheese
Cheese
Producer
Zailor
Zailor
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain't come for nothing, you don't pay, you won't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, Bentley, slidin' in this motherfucker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
[Verse 1]
I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls
Play it low-key, even got a Tahoe
Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road
Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole
Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go
I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door
Bought her stainless steel just from touchin' her toe
And you know the deal if I find she a ho
Got a swag might kill
And you know I keep a hitman staff, get near them
Tell that **** he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him
In the Nawf with a stick and my trench coat on
Goin' in in the middle when it pop off
You know I got my blick out, up go down
And you know I let the shots off
He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round
Oh, right there
She was here like, "Let me show you how to do it right"
Man, this bitch want money tonight
Bro them right there, you know it's on sight
And you know it's in here
Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right
Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah
Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (You know what I say)
Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs)
Seen her one day, yeah, bring her over my way
**** shouldn't come, already know how Top play
Thursday, party late
****, you can die on a Friday
****, you can die on the highway
****, you can die from a side play
Shawty gotta cut that nine ways
And a million in one to get us paid
She don't sleep all day, but work late
Fam
[Chorus]
I ain't come for nothing, you don't pay, you won't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, Bentley, slidin' in this motherfucker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
Written by: Jason "Cheese" Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Morgan James Taylor
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