Rich Rich

Yuhh yuh, aye
Aye, aye
Aye, don't want fame
Yeah, said I don't want fame (nah)
Yeah I don't wan't fame (nah)
Nah, aye

Don't want fame, man I'm trynna be rich, rich
Now I'm the game, getting buckets like swish, swish
Chicks want my lovey-dovey, yeah they want a kiss, kiss
Every track I make straight flames, they just hits, hits
I just hope this yo' jam
Do you think this dope, if so, do yo' dance (do yo' dance)
Go and throw up yo hands
Two-step, milly rock, do the running man

Aye, hey, I need a bag
If you don't take the risk, you miss the chance
You miss the cash
What I look like if I don't go out and get it
I don't need the limelight, I just need me some lettuce, ayy (aye)
I want a check, maybe two
I really been working, just grinding nonstop '22
Oh yeah the work should show because my music sounding great
Yeah the young god was born October 4th, '98
I'm going crazy now
Started a decade ago and Ima go a decade bound
I ain't gonna stop (stop)
I ain't gonna quit (quit)
But one thing I'll do is go and buy my parents crib (parents crib)
They deserve that type of love
They be up at my shows, singing my songs and turning up
When I get that world tour they gon' be first seated
Ima go and get my money, don't want fame, I don't need it

Don't want fame, man I'm trynna be rich, rich
Now I'm the game, getting buckets like swish, swish
Chicks want my lovey-dovey, yeah they want a kiss, kiss
Every track I make straight flames, they just hits, hits
I just hope this yo' jam
Do you think this dope, if so, do yo' dance (do yo' dance)
Go and throw up yo hands
Two-step, milly rock, do the running man



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Writer(s): Jersey Mackelrath
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