Rich Talk

I'm a young boy I want them riches Shots through the night it sound
Like switches
Channel twelve say a nigga went Missing
Hit em' up five times, break like a Stick
Lonely night, yea I'm dreaming bout' Riches
Hop in the car, yea I push like a Nascar
Creep through the crib yea I got my Lil' mask on
I chop it up with my twin nem' Red

Money bag bitch I'm stuck in the yo' Hit up Rad like let's shoot a lil' video
Semi tucked in my ethicka's
I ain't going for shit hit yo' ass with a Blick (boom boaw)
Yeah I fuck with you but you fuck With them
Like scissors nigga I gotta cut a tie
Watch yo' main nigga, cause they flip Like switches
Be the same nigga tryna fuck my Bitches
Told 6Block ain't no nigga hot as you
Young nigga yeah he putting on Damn my cousin J yea
He died alone Used to spend the night at my Fucking home (Like damn)
Yeah my family wrong, yeah they Fucking wrong
Predict the worst but forget the good That's yo' biggest enemy
Ion' fuck With too many
That's yo' biggest enemy, ion' fuck With too many
I remember days I ain't have no Fucking ride to school
I remember that morning when I got The news my mama died
I'm shedding tears for my fallen Soldier's, look after me
Hood angel, watch over me
Most of my niggas throwing them B's
Yeah
When I started getting money made Me look at shit better
Got my nigga's trapping out the House like they Griselda
Now they wanna ride my dick 'cause I got them Ben-Ji's
I'm all about my Benjamin's
Yeah
(Aye the hook)

I'm a young boy I want them riches Shots through the night it sound
Like switches
Channel twelve say a nigga went Missing
Hit em' up five times, break like a Stick
Lonely night, yea I'm dreaming bout' Riches
Hop in the car, yea I push like a Nascar
Creep through the crib yea I got my Lil' mask on
I chop it up with my twin nem' Red

Hard times had no shit made me look At shit different
Now these bitches wanna switch Man I thought you were better
Put no trust up in these hoes, put my Trust in a Glock
Feeling like my cousin Nick, like the Odds against me
I got this vision in my eye's we gone Blow lil' nigga
Put yo' trust in Gee Guap fuck Another nigga
If I say ion' like that nigga better Move accordingly
Have them youngin's jumping out Them Honda Accords nigga

I'm a young boy I want them riches Shots through the night it sound
Like switches
Channel twelve say a nigga went Missing
Hit em' up five times, break like a Stick
Lonely night, yea I'm dreaming bout' Riches
Hop in the car, yea I push like a Nascar
Creep through the crib yea I got my Lil' mask on
I chop it up with my twin nem' Red

(Chop it up with my twin nem' Red)
(Chop it up with my twin nem' Red)



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Writer(s): Gregory Ingram
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