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ceo trayle - make me rich lyrics

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
i told baby to make me rich
i told lil’ baby to make me rich
make me rich, make me rich, make me rich
yeah

[verse]
i told lil’ baby to make me rich, yeah
make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
three n+ggas ran in my spot, but ain’t taking sh+t, yeah
you know they walked out with a body, but seven shots hit
i was spankin’ ’em, belt got hit
baby cheese was the first young n+gga i saw go chanaynay
get a check and i cash out, nae nae
for my nieces and nephews and dj
driver switchin’ the lanes on the e+way
we gon’ really play ball when we play
don’t forget ’bout my b+lls, lil’ baby
off them perky withdrawals, he cray+cray
in that maybach, i hog the expressway
my right hand itchin’, left hand was itchin’ some more
rubbed ’em right on my pockets, ’cause you know some money was comin’, i needed some more
i remember back when i was poor
had to find me a way through that door
auto+slam on the maybach doors
he didn’t cry, he came back with force
kicked the door in
let me get on this b+tch, i’ma go in
at the door, i’ma let all the bros in
wrote yak gotti a letter, i told him
that i love him, i missed him, i’m posted
all the sh+t that i do, i don’t post it
walk away from this b+tch ‘fore i’m ghosted
’cause i’m not too good with my emotions
i want top nonchalant with no focus
i’m just tryna get me some money and sh+t, but baby for sure can come with me
i ran out of bullets, the switch had hit, i took out the thirty, put fifty, ayy
i brought myself back, used to work out and sh+t, get my body right, feelin’ like 50
man, i’m pickin’ up b+tches and breakin’ they backs, that’s why they be outside tryna get me
i told lil’ baby to make me rich, yeah
make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
mr. backdoor, i had sent that blitz
this sh+t a contact sport, everybody hit
we was runnin’ into everybody sh+t
pew+pew, you can’t tell n0body sh+t
smoke and it better not be ’bout a b+tch
took a brick, bust it, put it on my wrist
took a cartier and put it on my b+tch
took a bad b+tch, put her on my d+ck
took some diamonds and put ’em on my face
she a tootsie pop, just a couple l!cks
when her p+ssy pop, she be doin’ tricks
she can l!ck the tip, she can take the d+ck
i told lil’ baby to make me rich, yeah
make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
now she be askin’ me ’bout my location and sh+t
i’m workin’, she think i be fakin’ and sh+t
in back in probation, i’m fakin’ the p+ss
they askin’ me questions, i’m pleading the fifth
i told lil’ baby to make me rich, yeah
make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
i told lil’ baby to make me rich, yeah
make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah

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