Gotta Be Rich

Never going back broke again
Need the cash before I'm walking in
My brother he loves toting guns He just fell in love with a new F&N
Never been worried bout a bitch, nah She wanna fuck with a kid, yeah
Money on top of my list I run it up I just gotta be rich, yeah
I run it up, I just gotta be rich

That's what I'm preaching to both of my kids, stand up for something, they gone be on side of me
I'm here for my son, I had a cool down from ten just trying to do some where I know that they proud of me
My circle got small man, it is what it is I'm only 5'10, but nobody stand tall as me
Yeah, I used to stay up and wait on the mail I still be praying let my bro out of jail
This only the surface I'm breaking the shell I know that they follow, I left them a trail
Hard pill to swallow you going through hell I know they always expect me to fail I do good on my own, I do bad by myself

Never going back broke again
Need the cash before I'm walking in
My brother he loves toting guns He just fell in love with a new F&N
Never been worried bout a bitch, nah She wanna fuck with a kid, yeah
Money on top of my list I run it up I just gotta be rich, yeah
I run it up, I just gotta be rich

Might get a new Benz Been popping shit since we was jits
Already had Cartier lenses Like bad sex, I gotta itch
Itching for new dividends I feel like Lilo, I need a new stitch
But I do not need no new friends, nah All the drip on me, I wear this shirt like a jacket
Everyone had doubt on me I'm the one who broke their bracket
I can hold it down tight with a ratchet I'm not fucking with her shawty ratchetI set a trend when I put it on tacky

Never going back broke again
Need the cash before I'm walking in
My brother he loves toting guns He just fell in love with a new F&N
Never been worried bout a bitch, nah She wanna fuck with a kid, yeah
Money on top of my list I run it up I just gotta be rich, yeah
I run it up, I just gotta be rich



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