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john gabbana - about to be rich lyrics

[intro]
yeah, let me talk my sh#t real quick
’cause these n#ggas sleep like they on nyquil and sh#t
tryna wake these n#ggas up
f#ck wrong with these n#ggas?
(ace bankz on the track)

[chorus]
they’ll tell me that i’m wrong if i spaz on em
told my haters kiss my ass, so i sag on em
he a dummy telling n#ggas, he got cash on em
got some paint on my margiela’s, spent a bag on em
they expected me to stop, but i gassed on ’em
i mean expected me to fail, but i passed on ’em
gotta warrant out in florida, did the dash on ’em
came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on ’em
i’m about to be rich
counted me out, now they all interested
don’t call my phone, i’m not giving you sh#t
i’ma answer and tell you “suck a d#ck”
plus “yo’ momma a ho’ and yo’ daddy a b#tch”
it’s 2020, baby, time to get lit
this for when there was no food in my fridge
back then, b#tches did not f#ck with the kid
now all of my options is unlimited

[verse]
hen in my cup, smoking on twinny twin
almost gave up, came back like marshawn lynch
straight from the mud, i came up from the trench
rather make money, don’t wanna make friends
father, forgive me for all of my sins
they want me to lose. but b#tch i’m gonna win
they act like they perfect, but they all pretend
anyways, i’ma do me
i be paranoid, so i keep the pole
you might catch a bullet tryna be a troll
n#ggas love to talk about what they don’t know
f#ck the internet, boy, keep yo’ business low
i keep getting high to keep from feeling low
rest in peace to charles, they really k!lled my bro
i don’t fall in love, just wanna let you know
once i catch a nut, it’s time for you to go
ayy, shoutout to dirk ’cause he raised me up from a baby at birth
it broke my heart to see him leave the earth
once you had left, daddy, sh#t had got worse
i’m all about action, i don’t exchange words
make my b#tch walk with that gun in her purse
if they lock me up, put “free john” on a shirt
cause i’m on probation and i’m moving work
they don’t have feathers, but my birdies chirp
i keep switching my flows
not talking sushi, but i’m on a roll
humble yourself, boy, stop tryna act bold
don’t say i didn’t warn you when you get exposed
you rappers is weird out here selling y’all soul
i’ma praise god and still sellout a show
she ask me for money, i’m telling her “no”
go hit the club get yo ass on the pole

[outro]
john gabbana!

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