Rags 2 Riches
We came from rags to riches
Fuck is you saying? I know you ain't talking no guap
Fucking up bags and bitches
Cash out them bands, buy some drip, spend the rest at the stocks
Shorty i've been finnessing
I don't need shit but your card so don't tell me to stop
Hold up, what's up we spin the block
Burner on me spray that shit at the opps
Pour a 8 in the 6, shorty pour up
Bentley truck, brinks truck and a rover
Want smoke, blunt it up we can roll up
Big draco, FN we a blow ya
Want smoke blunt it up we can roll up
And your bitch with the gang, bet she know us
Fuck a cup, pour a glass and we toast up
2 pills feeling like I'm on a coaster
20k, i got to cash that shit out before they notice and block the account
They watching me now
Backwoods i'm smoking loud
Bad bitches in my house
I drop a bag yeah i cash out a check
Call up the plug and he get it finessed
Blinding your bitch with a floated patek
I hop out the bentley then hop in a vet
I hop out the bentley then hop in a vet
I pull up, bounce out and she's giving me neck
10k on my neck
She wanna fuck with she hit me up and she said she'd give me sex
Yeah she gone hit me up
Yeah she gone fuck me up
And suck me up
I bounce out with big 'ole glocks
Big Draco's and your ass could get shot
Yeah
Feds is listening
My diamonds is glistening
Christian Dior but it's Tristan
I sent your bitch on a mission
Go get pounds of that midget
Yeah
I hop out a range rover
And i got a range over
And we put that rain on 'ya
Bullets they finna rain on ya
We came from rags to riches
Fuck is you saying? I know you ain't talking no guap
Fucking up bags and bitches
Cash out them bands, buy some drip, spend the rest at the stocks
Shorty i've been finnessing
I don't need shit but your card so don't tell me to stop
Hold up, what's up we spin the block
Burner on me spray that shit at the opps
Pour a 8 in the 6, shorty pour up
Bentley truck, brinks truck and a rover
Want smoke, blunt it up we can roll up
Big draco, FN we a blow ya
Want smoke blunt it up we can roll up
And your bitch with the gang, bet she know us
Fuck a cup, pour a glass and we toast up
2 pills feeling like I'm on a coaster
Fuck is you saying? I know you ain't talking no guap
Fucking up bags and bitches
Cash out them bands, buy some drip, spend the rest at the stocks
Shorty i've been finnessing
I don't need shit but your card so don't tell me to stop
Hold up, what's up we spin the block
Burner on me spray that shit at the opps
Pour a 8 in the 6, shorty pour up
Bentley truck, brinks truck and a rover
Want smoke, blunt it up we can roll up
Big draco, FN we a blow ya
Want smoke blunt it up we can roll up
And your bitch with the gang, bet she know us
Fuck a cup, pour a glass and we toast up
2 pills feeling like I'm on a coaster
20k, i got to cash that shit out before they notice and block the account
They watching me now
Backwoods i'm smoking loud
Bad bitches in my house
I drop a bag yeah i cash out a check
Call up the plug and he get it finessed
Blinding your bitch with a floated patek
I hop out the bentley then hop in a vet
I hop out the bentley then hop in a vet
I pull up, bounce out and she's giving me neck
10k on my neck
She wanna fuck with she hit me up and she said she'd give me sex
Yeah she gone hit me up
Yeah she gone fuck me up
And suck me up
I bounce out with big 'ole glocks
Big Draco's and your ass could get shot
Yeah
Feds is listening
My diamonds is glistening
Christian Dior but it's Tristan
I sent your bitch on a mission
Go get pounds of that midget
Yeah
I hop out a range rover
And i got a range over
And we put that rain on 'ya
Bullets they finna rain on ya
We came from rags to riches
Fuck is you saying? I know you ain't talking no guap
Fucking up bags and bitches
Cash out them bands, buy some drip, spend the rest at the stocks
Shorty i've been finnessing
I don't need shit but your card so don't tell me to stop
Hold up, what's up we spin the block
Burner on me spray that shit at the opps
Pour a 8 in the 6, shorty pour up
Bentley truck, brinks truck and a rover
Want smoke, blunt it up we can roll up
Big draco, FN we a blow ya
Want smoke blunt it up we can roll up
And your bitch with the gang, bet she know us
Fuck a cup, pour a glass and we toast up
2 pills feeling like I'm on a coaster
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Girard
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