Get rich
Ah man
I'm just tryna
Get my cheques bro
Fuck everything else
Woke up one day
And I realized I'm that bitch
Don't test don't play
Don't ask shit
Bitch you know
I'm tryna get rich
So play my shit
Tryna be the hottest
Chick on the block
Take shots and
I go off like a Glock
Yes I'm a model
Small town girl and
I fuck the city up still
Looking like a meal
So check my drip
Looking like I caught a lick
Don't test my shit
Don't check my flows
Kill it in the stu
Spit fire baptize niggas
Put in fucking work
Make time for the grind
Man I'm tryna live blessed
No stress
Man I'm coming up the ladder
Gon cash those checks
Gon take my dues
Gon get what's next
Gon fuck these streets up
Do no less
Bet you know what it do
Check me
I don't hang around losers
Way above average
I ain't gotta meet no standards
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Niggas act fly but
They slip on the drip
Talking and bitching
Don't know how to spit
Show me the booth and I'll Show you the magic
You calling them rappers
I'm calling it tragic
I drop bombs with my lyricism
Gotta dumb it down for the Basic bitches
Gotta back it up for the ones Who with it
Gotta represent my ambition
Gotta gotta be
The one for the winning
Damn right
Put me first on the list
Don't forget the fucking line up
Serve it to you hard
Now these niggas
Got numb nuts
Tryna be the realest bitch really Got me fucked up
Slap it with the rapping
And the flow is acrobatic
Yeah you know that I'm a Savage
I ain't tryna be romantic
With the bag
Give it to me
Man I need a crowd
Full of stans
Literally
Man I need a crowd
Full of stans
Literally man
Bet you know what it do
Check me
I don't hang around losers
Way above average
I ain't gotta meet no standards
Bet you know what it do
Check me
I don't hang around losers
Way above average
I ain't gotta meet no standards
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
I'm just tryna
Get my cheques bro
Fuck everything else
Woke up one day
And I realized I'm that bitch
Don't test don't play
Don't ask shit
Bitch you know
I'm tryna get rich
So play my shit
Tryna be the hottest
Chick on the block
Take shots and
I go off like a Glock
Yes I'm a model
Small town girl and
I fuck the city up still
Looking like a meal
So check my drip
Looking like I caught a lick
Don't test my shit
Don't check my flows
Kill it in the stu
Spit fire baptize niggas
Put in fucking work
Make time for the grind
Man I'm tryna live blessed
No stress
Man I'm coming up the ladder
Gon cash those checks
Gon take my dues
Gon get what's next
Gon fuck these streets up
Do no less
Bet you know what it do
Check me
I don't hang around losers
Way above average
I ain't gotta meet no standards
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Niggas act fly but
They slip on the drip
Talking and bitching
Don't know how to spit
Show me the booth and I'll Show you the magic
You calling them rappers
I'm calling it tragic
I drop bombs with my lyricism
Gotta dumb it down for the Basic bitches
Gotta back it up for the ones Who with it
Gotta represent my ambition
Gotta gotta be
The one for the winning
Damn right
Put me first on the list
Don't forget the fucking line up
Serve it to you hard
Now these niggas
Got numb nuts
Tryna be the realest bitch really Got me fucked up
Slap it with the rapping
And the flow is acrobatic
Yeah you know that I'm a Savage
I ain't tryna be romantic
With the bag
Give it to me
Man I need a crowd
Full of stans
Literally
Man I need a crowd
Full of stans
Literally man
Bet you know what it do
Check me
I don't hang around losers
Way above average
I ain't gotta meet no standards
Bet you know what it do
Check me
I don't hang around losers
Way above average
I ain't gotta meet no standards
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
Tryna get rich
Look at my clique
Look at the spliff on my bitch
Tryna get paid
Over again
Niggas act fly
I'm sure they're delayed
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Writer(s): Yonela Bonya
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