Get Rich Die Tryin

The rich will get richer
And the poor will Get poorer
But the poor will eat the rich

Lock and loaded
These air Jordan's
Them 23's jump back at it
Posted up with them goons around me
They bout action And they shooting plastics
Wanksta niggas Don't mess withem
Imma Dope nigga Lingo lavish
Walking around with this cash on me
Money long like cords Like bungey jumping
Own brand Imma Bill Board Diamonds in the chain Lika painted picture
Naked bitches on camcord
Going real hard And they both sisters
Doors up on that Lamborghini
Go vertical its stunting season
Plastic bag yea it's full of dope
Can't even cope Kill the competition
Gotta problem with my dealings nigga
Want cha re-up and come see about me
Cut ya chick naw ya in yo feelings
Now we both chilling Give me sloppy toppy
Pyrex flow Brush that dope up off me
Murder niggas Killing them softly
Illest niggas Vomit fluids on me
Out the crack pot
With these units on me

Keep that qualla qualla
Off in my pocket
Got them quarters on me
That's 50
Keep that thang loaded
Leavem slump over
Got 9 on me
That's 50
Young dope nigga
Imma go getta

No wanksta nigga
That's 50
Catch me in club
Pockets full of dubs
A lot sex no love That's 50

Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying

You a window shopper
Naw I gotta cop it
Imma splurge my pockets
I'm ignant
Yea Whip game proper
Lot of Achilles
This yayo product I'm filthy
Look at all these diamonds like vitamin water
I'm seeing no evil for these millions
Yea Flexing hard for my city
What up gangsta I'm sixin
Stay high all times that sticky
Laughing straight to the bank with it
Many Men wish death me
Never back down I'm still pimping
You not like me
Know ya like my style
I Trap hard I get it
Cliggaty clack that cliggaty clack
That money fall in my piggy bank
My toy soldiers they'll die for me
They'll bust ya head
For that piece of change
Hate or love it I'm still on top
Them rims on the candy shop still amazing
Pyrex flow Brush that dope up off me
Murder niggas Killing them softly
Illest niggas Vomit fluids on me
Out the crack pot With these units on me

Keep that qualla qualla
Off in my pocket
Got them quarters on me
That's 50
Keep that thang loaded
Leavem slump over
Got 9 on me
That's 50
Young dope nigga
Imma go getta
No wanksta nigga
That's 50
Catch me in club
Pockets full of dubs
A lot sex no love That's 50

Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying
Get Rich Die Trying

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil
For you are with me
Your rod and Your staff
Thy comfort me



Credits
Writer(s): Lue Otti
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