Rtr
Ahh
Ya its rags
Its rags to the riches
Im on the road to the riches
I need to get money
I need to get thousands now
Dealing wit wops and
Im dealing with chops man
I need me some gwap
Sell it by the pound
Rollin around in a stolly
Catch a op leave him holly
People they know me
Couple stacks on a rolly
Bitches fake ya they phony
Im on the road to the riches
I need to get money
I need to get thousands now
Dealing wit wops and
Im dealing with chops man
I need me some gwap
Sell it by the pound
Rollin around in a stolly
Catch a op leave him holly
People they know me
Couple stacks on a rolly
Bitches fake ya they phony
Fucking with me is a problem
Run em down we gone solve em
Me and my team ya we ballin
Forth quarter we aint stallin
Hit me a lick
I cannot slip
Member those days in the strip making nips
Finish the pack and I re-up again
Got a call on my phone for a O from this bitch
Trynna get rich, I whipped up the dish
Whip whip
Trynna get me the dollar
Diamonds dripping got em drippin like water
Castin' spells like im harry no potter
She just like me cause she heard im a baller
She want all the dollar
Im a scholar
Money my head and money my
Caller
My caller
Im on the road to the riches
I need to get money
I need to get thousands now
Dealing wit wops and
Im dealing with chops man
I need me some gwap
Sell it by the pound
Rollin around in a stolly
Catch a op leave him holly
People they know me
Couple stacks on a rolly
Bitches fake ya they phony
Im on the road to the riches
I need to get money
I need to get thousands now
Dealing wit wops and
Im dealing with chops man
I need me some gwap
Sell it by the pound
Rollin around in a stolly
Catch a op leave him holly
People they know me
Couple stacks on a rolly
Bitches fake ya they phony
I do not fuck wit the ops so
I do not talk to the police
He said he don't think I'm about it
Caught him lacking on his lonely
Ahhh
Shots on shots on
Shots
Crazy shit my hood strapped with glocks
And my bros go crazy
Snatch your chain and
Snatch your thoughts
Bust your brain and cut
When we on your block
You know its hot
She told her man she's at her crib
But She is not
You love her she love these charges like a battery
So she in my ends getting battried
Flattering
Come round see your Brian content splattering
Ya its rags
Its rags to the riches
Im on the road to the riches
I need to get money
I need to get thousands now
Dealing wit wops and
Im dealing with chops man
I need me some gwap
Sell it by the pound
Rollin around in a stolly
Catch a op leave him holly
People they know me
Couple stacks on a rolly
Bitches fake ya they phony
Im on the road to the riches
I need to get money
I need to get thousands now
Dealing wit wops and
Im dealing with chops man
I need me some gwap
Sell it by the pound
Rollin around in a stolly
Catch a op leave him holly
People they know me
Couple stacks on a rolly
Bitches fake ya they phony
Fucking with me is a problem
Run em down we gone solve em
Me and my team ya we ballin
Forth quarter we aint stallin
Hit me a lick
I cannot slip
Member those days in the strip making nips
Finish the pack and I re-up again
Got a call on my phone for a O from this bitch
Trynna get rich, I whipped up the dish
Whip whip
Trynna get me the dollar
Diamonds dripping got em drippin like water
Castin' spells like im harry no potter
She just like me cause she heard im a baller
She want all the dollar
Im a scholar
Money my head and money my
Caller
My caller
Im on the road to the riches
I need to get money
I need to get thousands now
Dealing wit wops and
Im dealing with chops man
I need me some gwap
Sell it by the pound
Rollin around in a stolly
Catch a op leave him holly
People they know me
Couple stacks on a rolly
Bitches fake ya they phony
Im on the road to the riches
I need to get money
I need to get thousands now
Dealing wit wops and
Im dealing with chops man
I need me some gwap
Sell it by the pound
Rollin around in a stolly
Catch a op leave him holly
People they know me
Couple stacks on a rolly
Bitches fake ya they phony
I do not fuck wit the ops so
I do not talk to the police
He said he don't think I'm about it
Caught him lacking on his lonely
Ahhh
Shots on shots on
Shots
Crazy shit my hood strapped with glocks
And my bros go crazy
Snatch your chain and
Snatch your thoughts
Bust your brain and cut
When we on your block
You know its hot
She told her man she's at her crib
But She is not
You love her she love these charges like a battery
So she in my ends getting battried
Flattering
Come round see your Brian content splattering
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Writer(s): Nima Nojavan
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