Gettin' Rich (feat. S3Huncho & Trizzzycainexo)

(Yeah)
Geeked off the Molly
Drugs in my body, high up I'm flying it fix all my problems
They cannot stop me, they moving too sloppy this choppa gone solve em
Remember we didn't have shit all my niggas came up from the bottom
(Bottom)
Smoking out the pack yeah I can't feel my lungs
I been counting racks yeah I do this for my son
Tell me where they at if I catch em then it's up
Niggas stabbed me in my back I don't know who to trust

Walk em down with sticks can't shoot for shit cause he a bitch
He thought he was pressing but them words just got em hit
Rolled up on that nigga let it rip and take his shit
My bitch throwing fits she know I been out getting rich

Smoking out the pack yeah I can't feel my lungs
I been counting racks yeah I do this for my son
Tell me where they at if I catch em then it's up
Niggas stabbed me in my back I don't know who to trust

It be so hard to put my trust up in em when they switching up
Came way too far to let them try and take me out I say "good luck"
Sleep off them bars like they addicted it be hard to wake em up
I'm standing on my ten, two fingers up, I never gave a fuck
Get so damn high, when in my feelings I be coping with these drugs
Lost a few guys that I can't get back wish they was still here with us
For all my dawgs i'm getting rich we can't settle when times get tough
Been grinding hard up in these trenches i'm a diamond out the rough

You stab me all in the back what you mad for?
Now i'm focused on getting this cash flow
Niggas start tripping when see them racks low
I just stay patient start upping the tax tho
How you gone flip it and blame it all on me
Paranoid got that flame all up on me
They gone chat on my name cause they salty
Yeah Lil Uno really tried to warn me
She wanna take this shit slow moving step by step
I beat all the odds got a check what's next
I need some foreigns skrt off in a Vette
In the lab mixing this lean like i'm Dex
Not talking famous, uh
But we gonna make it, uh
Racks, i'm finna chase it, uh
Your bitch, she getting naked
My talk is legit i ain't giving no statements
I walk with a drip got Burberry my fragrance
.45 on my hip you run up meet your maker
Yellow and purp like I play for the Lakers
UK bitch wagwan like she came from Jamaica
Rolling woods back to back got my head spinning
Had to cut the bitch off cause my bread missing
Feeling low so I numb it by getting chicken
Got her mad cause she saying I never listen

(Yeah)
Geeked off the Molly
Drugs in my body, high up I'm flying it fix all my problems
They cannot stop me, they moving too sloppy this choppa gone solve em
Remember we didn't have shit all my niggas came up from the bottom
(Bottom)
Smoking out the pack yeah I can't feel my lungs
I been counting racks yeah I do this for my son
Tell me where they at if I catch em then it's up
Niggas stabbed me in my back I don't know who to trust
Smoking out the pack yeah I can't feel my lungs
I been counting racks yeah I do this for my son
Tell me where they at if I catch em then it's up
Niggas stabbed me in my back I don't know who to trust