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gmoneydt - get rich lyrics

[intro]
gang
yeah
huh
ayy

[verse]
she told me i ain’t sh+t, i guess i’m not, it is what it is
before i tell a lie, i’ma let you know what it’s not and what it is
i can’t knock no fits, when i was broke, i went and knocked a b+tch
when i was sittin’ in them courtrooms, i seen everybody switch
one b+tton in this sp+ceship turn the speed up
i’m in my zone for real for real like turn this beat up
i popped that and i caught him on the back block, he threw 3s up
i got way too much money, you gon’ go broke tryna keep up
i’m still my mama baby, but i’m a demon in these streets
i keep a glock, so if you try to run up on me, it’s r.i.p
i know how to whip the pot, but i got rich off type beats
i paid a band for these bl!cks, think i’m gon’ let you fight me?
huh, christian diors on my feet and i’m still skippin’ church
hood n+gga, if you don’t got it, i tradе chops for a verse
i try to change but i can’t, i feel likе i’m cursed
come with me ’cause the n+gga you with, that n+gga a nerd
she comin’ home 2 a.m., she got that bag on her
it ain’t no way she gon’ be broke, she got that ass on her
i see that n+gga textin’ her but i’m not askin’ her
backshots but i think i made that ass bigger (huh)
can’t work no job, i got tattoos on my face
i was just locked down with the crips, seen the spurs every other day
my brother, he just caught a body, we at ruth chris eating steak
all that ass, i know that p+ssy good, bae, come sit on my face
i’m a trophy in my hood and i can’t lie
i got gang tats on my face i can’t hide
i’ma get rich and if i don’t, i’ma die tryin’
i’ma crash out if i hear my brother died, gang
[outro]
huh, 8th street, free the generals
free the lows
free the ones that matter
keep the trash n+ggas and free the real n+ggas
dead homies
gang

- gmoneydt lyrics

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