Rags2Riches

Ayy, Zypitano got that gas
Six, chill, fool, for real, for real
Look, uh look

We went from rags to riches, uh, project fences
To livin' luxury, now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom, nobody gave nothin' to me
Be careful while fuckin' with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it, they cuttin' for me
Yeah they gon' cut you for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut you for free

She say she in love with me (what else?)
But save your love, I just want your company
I fall in the club for free
I give out daps and them hugs, wasn't no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (what else?)
This type of shit is what makes a hater

When you got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no fuck, yeah
Don't give no fuck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We gettin' that money, yeah

Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)

Rags to riches (what else? Damn)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Chase, to reach, ay, yeah (damn)

Yeah, rags to riches, rags to riches (Zypitano got that gas)
Rags to riches, rags to riches (six, chill, fool, for real, for real)
Rags to riches
You don't wanna hear me say, yeah, uh no
I don't wanna hear me say to you
Damn, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh



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Writer(s): Jerry Ross, Richard Adler
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