About To Be Rich
Yeah, let me talk my shit real quick
'Cause these niggas sleep like they on NyQuil and shit
Time to wake these niggas up
Fuck wrong with these niggas?
(Ace Bankz on the track)
They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spazz on 'em
Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on 'em
He a dummy telling niggas, he got cash on 'em
Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on 'em
They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em
I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em
Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em
Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em
I'm about to be rich
Counted me out, now they all interested
Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you shit
I'ma answer and tell you, "Suck a dick"
Plus yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a bitch
It's 2020, baby, time to get lit
This for when there was no food in my fridge
Back then, bitches did not fuck with the kid
Now all of my options is unlimited
Henn' in my cup, smoking on twinny twin
Almost gave up, came back like Marshawn Lynch
Straight from the mud, I came up from the trench
Rather make money, don't wanna make friends
Father, forgive me for all of my sins
They want me to lose but bitch I'm gonna win
They act like they perfect, but they all pretend
Anyways, I'ma do me
I be paranoid, so I keep the pole
You might catch a bullet tryna be a troll
Niggas love to talk about what they don't know
Fuck the internet, boy, keep yo' business low
I keep getting high to keep from feeling low
Rest In Peace to Charles, they really killed my bro
I don't fall in love, just wanna let you know
Once I catch a nut, it's time for you to go
Ayy, shoutout to Dirk 'cause he raised me up from a baby at birth
It broke my heart to see him leave the earth
Once you had left, daddy, shit I got worse
I'm all about action, I don't exchange words
Make my bitch walk with that gun in her purse
If they lock me up, put "Free John" on a shirt
'Cause I'm on probation and I'm moving work
They don't have feathers, but my birdies chirp
I keep switching my flows
Not talking sushi, but I'm on a roll
Humble yourself, boy, stop tryna act bold
Don't say I didn't warn you when you get exposed
You rappers is weird, out here selling y'all soul
I'ma praise God and still sellout a show
She ask me for money, I'm telling her "No"
Go hit the club, get yo' ass on the pole
They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spazz on 'em
Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on 'em
He a dummy telling niggas, he got cash on 'em
Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on 'em
They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em
I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em
Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em
Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em
I'm about to be rich
Counted me out, now they all interested
Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you shit
I'ma answer and tell you, "Suck a dick"
Plus yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a bitch
It's 2020, baby, time to get lit
This for when there was no food in my fridge
Back then, bitches did not fuck with the kid
Now all of my options is unlimited
John Gabbana!
'Cause these niggas sleep like they on NyQuil and shit
Time to wake these niggas up
Fuck wrong with these niggas?
(Ace Bankz on the track)
They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spazz on 'em
Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on 'em
He a dummy telling niggas, he got cash on 'em
Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on 'em
They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em
I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em
Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em
Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em
I'm about to be rich
Counted me out, now they all interested
Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you shit
I'ma answer and tell you, "Suck a dick"
Plus yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a bitch
It's 2020, baby, time to get lit
This for when there was no food in my fridge
Back then, bitches did not fuck with the kid
Now all of my options is unlimited
Henn' in my cup, smoking on twinny twin
Almost gave up, came back like Marshawn Lynch
Straight from the mud, I came up from the trench
Rather make money, don't wanna make friends
Father, forgive me for all of my sins
They want me to lose but bitch I'm gonna win
They act like they perfect, but they all pretend
Anyways, I'ma do me
I be paranoid, so I keep the pole
You might catch a bullet tryna be a troll
Niggas love to talk about what they don't know
Fuck the internet, boy, keep yo' business low
I keep getting high to keep from feeling low
Rest In Peace to Charles, they really killed my bro
I don't fall in love, just wanna let you know
Once I catch a nut, it's time for you to go
Ayy, shoutout to Dirk 'cause he raised me up from a baby at birth
It broke my heart to see him leave the earth
Once you had left, daddy, shit I got worse
I'm all about action, I don't exchange words
Make my bitch walk with that gun in her purse
If they lock me up, put "Free John" on a shirt
'Cause I'm on probation and I'm moving work
They don't have feathers, but my birdies chirp
I keep switching my flows
Not talking sushi, but I'm on a roll
Humble yourself, boy, stop tryna act bold
Don't say I didn't warn you when you get exposed
You rappers is weird, out here selling y'all soul
I'ma praise God and still sellout a show
She ask me for money, I'm telling her "No"
Go hit the club, get yo' ass on the pole
They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spazz on 'em
Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on 'em
He a dummy telling niggas, he got cash on 'em
Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on 'em
They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em
I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em
Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em
Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em
I'm about to be rich
Counted me out, now they all interested
Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you shit
I'ma answer and tell you, "Suck a dick"
Plus yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a bitch
It's 2020, baby, time to get lit
This for when there was no food in my fridge
Back then, bitches did not fuck with the kid
Now all of my options is unlimited
John Gabbana!
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Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Marcos Cardoso
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