Rich
Left and went hard, came back, I rich
Let go my
Get off my
This shit go hard, check out my hits
Throw me the ball, bet I won't miss
You think I'm fly, check out my bitch
You think I'm high, pass me the fifth
Shit got me turned up, and that's why I'm lit
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Now that I'm rich, I'm on my shit
I don't give one fuck about no lil' bitch
I been on grind mode, I just remind hoes
I could do this motherfuckin' song with my eyes closed
'Cause your voice spinnin' crack
What the fuck you finna tell me?
I only spit facts, them lies never felt me
A hustlin' nigga, what the fuck you finna sell me?
I'm young, black, and fuckin' dope, plus I'm wealthy
Look, nigga, don't get too comfortable when with fuckin' with me
I shake a hater off like a dog with a flea
The first shot's the war, your next shot's that kill ya
Real recognize real, and real niggas ain't feelin' ya
If I was from New York, my lil' niggas'd drill ya
I stop eatin' pork, cause crooked cops'll kill ya
Some minutes drop top tens while sippin' on some tequila playin'
Fuck them other niggas, no real niggas gon' tell us, uh, uh
Left and went hard, came back, I rich
Let go my
Get off my
This shit go hard, check out my hits
Throw me the ball, bet I won't miss
You think I'm fly, check out my bitch
You think I'm high, pass me the fifth
Shit got me turned up, and that's why I'm lit
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Then I got rich
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Then I got rich, ayy
I left home and came back and then I got rich
Then I got rich, ayy
I left home and came back and then I got rich
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Then I got rich!
Filthy rich!
You thought I was done?
Stupid rich!
Nah, I'm coming back
Ain't telling me back to the black!
Look, now that I'm rich, keep talking shit
I use it for gas and I ain't talking by the whip
I don't keep cash, but I got chips
I'm a self-made nigga, I'm nobody's bitch
I came in this game all by myself
I put out my music with nobody's help
I still write that real shit that real niggas felt
If these rappers want smoke, then put heads on my belt
Look, you ain't never heard a style quite like this
I've been waiting for a while for a night like this
My left hand jab, niggas with a upright foot
If you remember my dad he was just like this
And Dayton you a monster I'm telling you right now
When this shit drop everybody gon' fight down
It get a bit scary when I come in the night now
These niggas stop fighting so I bought me a pie
My niggas talk gangster like I ain't been grinding
I'm with my clique I got my 12 gauge Mossberg sleeping
Just brought your niggas to the club
Why in the fuck is you trying to goon
It's a bunch of bad bitches and women inside this whole white hall
Left and went hard, came back, I rich
Let go my
Get off my shit
This shit go hard, check out my hits
Throw me the ball, bet I won't miss
You think I'm fly, check out my bitch
You think I'm high, pass me the fifth
This shit got hard, and that's why I'm lit
Left home and came back and then I got rich
I say fuck how you feel
Fuck all my opps
Think for the real
I will not swap
They say bro what's the deal
I tell them a lot
They say I better chill
I guess I forgot
And I guess I forgot
Let go my
Get off my
This shit go hard, check out my hits
Throw me the ball, bet I won't miss
You think I'm fly, check out my bitch
You think I'm high, pass me the fifth
Shit got me turned up, and that's why I'm lit
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Now that I'm rich, I'm on my shit
I don't give one fuck about no lil' bitch
I been on grind mode, I just remind hoes
I could do this motherfuckin' song with my eyes closed
'Cause your voice spinnin' crack
What the fuck you finna tell me?
I only spit facts, them lies never felt me
A hustlin' nigga, what the fuck you finna sell me?
I'm young, black, and fuckin' dope, plus I'm wealthy
Look, nigga, don't get too comfortable when with fuckin' with me
I shake a hater off like a dog with a flea
The first shot's the war, your next shot's that kill ya
Real recognize real, and real niggas ain't feelin' ya
If I was from New York, my lil' niggas'd drill ya
I stop eatin' pork, cause crooked cops'll kill ya
Some minutes drop top tens while sippin' on some tequila playin'
Fuck them other niggas, no real niggas gon' tell us, uh, uh
Left and went hard, came back, I rich
Let go my
Get off my
This shit go hard, check out my hits
Throw me the ball, bet I won't miss
You think I'm fly, check out my bitch
You think I'm high, pass me the fifth
Shit got me turned up, and that's why I'm lit
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Then I got rich
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Then I got rich, ayy
I left home and came back and then I got rich
Then I got rich, ayy
I left home and came back and then I got rich
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Left home and came back and then I got rich
Then I got rich!
Filthy rich!
You thought I was done?
Stupid rich!
Nah, I'm coming back
Ain't telling me back to the black!
Look, now that I'm rich, keep talking shit
I use it for gas and I ain't talking by the whip
I don't keep cash, but I got chips
I'm a self-made nigga, I'm nobody's bitch
I came in this game all by myself
I put out my music with nobody's help
I still write that real shit that real niggas felt
If these rappers want smoke, then put heads on my belt
Look, you ain't never heard a style quite like this
I've been waiting for a while for a night like this
My left hand jab, niggas with a upright foot
If you remember my dad he was just like this
And Dayton you a monster I'm telling you right now
When this shit drop everybody gon' fight down
It get a bit scary when I come in the night now
These niggas stop fighting so I bought me a pie
My niggas talk gangster like I ain't been grinding
I'm with my clique I got my 12 gauge Mossberg sleeping
Just brought your niggas to the club
Why in the fuck is you trying to goon
It's a bunch of bad bitches and women inside this whole white hall
Left and went hard, came back, I rich
Let go my
Get off my shit
This shit go hard, check out my hits
Throw me the ball, bet I won't miss
You think I'm fly, check out my bitch
You think I'm high, pass me the fifth
This shit got hard, and that's why I'm lit
Left home and came back and then I got rich
I say fuck how you feel
Fuck all my opps
Think for the real
I will not swap
They say bro what's the deal
I tell them a lot
They say I better chill
I guess I forgot
And I guess I forgot
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Writer(s): Sam Hill
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