gmo stax - rich nigga lyrics
[intro]
young gmo (mia jay c)
(i hear you, jay c)
[chorus]
rich n+gga, give a f+ck about a b+tch or her feelings
i ain’t goin’ to sleep no time soon, i ain’t got a million
had to learn how to stack it up, i used to get it, spend it
get the money, stay lowkey, i don’t want attention
blue check, hoes in my dm, i don’t wanna hit ’em
you gon’ find your favorite rapper dead if i catch him dissin’
you ain’t solid, get you in that room, you gon’ tell on n+ggas
dead opps with the baccarat, she say i smell different
[verse]
hundred thousand for one cuban, can’t no n+gga f+ck with me
say we locked in, sh+t forever, then i’m stuck with you
i can’t get compared to these n+ggas ’cause we cut different
i give my last hundred to my n+gga ’cause my love different
ayy, call home, say, “what we on?” i said, “f+ck n+ggas”
before i call home, stay four more years and we back trippin’
n+ggas scared to come around on pics, they say we bad business
lost my n+gga at a young age, b+tch, we fast livin’
still the same young wild n+gga, just our cash difference
made a promise, told cah that he gon’ touch a bag with me
it ain’t ’bout who came first in the game, it’s ’bout who last in it
same n+ggas who be out to get you the ones laughin’ with you
blunt in my hand, i know a couple n+ggas died with it
hottest in my city, n+ggas scared to come outside with us
‘fore i let ’em take me out, a couple n+ggas dyin’ with me
why you think we finna shine if you ain’t go and slide with us?
sh+t real, we even gotta take it out of town with us
shot so many people, i don’t like to be around n+ggas
touch down, treat a n+gga city like it’s my city
got it out the mud, on my own, i’m a made n+gga
[chorus]
rich n+gga, give a f+ck about a b+tch or her feelings
i ain’t goin’ to sleep no time soon, i ain’t got a million
had to learn how to stack it up, i used to get it, spend it
get the money, stay lowkey, i don’t want attention
blue check, hoes in my dm, i don’t wanna hit ’em
you gon’ find your favorite rapper dead if i catch him dissin’
you ain’t solid, get you in that room, you gon’ tell on n+ggas
dead opps with the baccarat, she say i smell different
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