Wealthy Kids (feat. Needo Stakkz)
Yea
Three keys wrapped in saran was 90 grand
Trap turn this shit to 300 in all bands
Got the whole globe in yah hand think you the man nigga
Trying to tax the flat land you uncle sam niggaz
Fuck a wave nigga you know I never lost it
I was on the run I got exhausted
Niggaz talking bout chasing chicken, I chased a fortune
Niggaz trying to count my money they counting losses
Stood up in that kitchen till Im nauseous
500 just flew across the border
When we tap glasses then we bosses
And I'm on vacate shining in Belize
Sardinian bitch yea her eyes really green
Young boy spinning the block trying to make CNN
If he bout his business nigga could of made a EIN
Spin back Head Tap fuck it name the LLC
I drop diamonds on these niggaz like DDP
You know I shop when I land I'm too fly for luggage
All them niggaz that took that time they couldn't tell me nothing
A real nigga go to war with the trump judges
Yea, thats word to Manny Fresh nigga I'm still stunting
So is your honor you gone lie to your Honor
Too show your man honor
To free him from out of the hostage
But trap him on corners
No room in the cell before you get mail
A nigga make bail
DAMN and still caught a sale nigga
What
I just wanna be real wealthy
No wealthy
Who
Wealthy
Three keys wrapped in saran was 90 grand
Trap turn this shit to 300 in all bands
Got the whole globe in yah hand think you the man nigga
Trying to tax the flat land you uncle sam niggaz
Fuck a wave nigga you know I never lost it
I was on the run I got exhausted
Niggaz talking bout chasing chicken, I chased a fortune
Niggaz trying to count my money they counting losses
Stood up in that kitchen till Im nauseous
500 just flew across the border
When we tap glasses then we bosses
And I'm on vacate shining in Belize
Sardinian bitch yea her eyes really green
Young boy spinning the block trying to make CNN
If he bout his business nigga could of made a EIN
Spin back Head Tap fuck it name the LLC
I drop diamonds on these niggaz like DDP
You know I shop when I land I'm too fly for luggage
All them niggaz that took that time they couldn't tell me nothing
A real nigga go to war with the trump judges
Yea, thats word to Manny Fresh nigga I'm still stunting
So is your honor you gone lie to your Honor
Too show your man honor
To free him from out of the hostage
But trap him on corners
No room in the cell before you get mail
A nigga make bail
DAMN and still caught a sale nigga
What
I just wanna be real wealthy
No wealthy
Who
Wealthy
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Patterson
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