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kazzie - rich today (remix) lyrics

[chorus: kazzie]
just called my bro and said “you wanna make some stacks today?”
then hit the plug and said “i wanna meet right up today”
i thank the lord, cuz i’ve been praying for a better way
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
i called the plug and said “i’m on my way”
on my way
we gon’ get

[verse 1: kazzie]
call up the plug like “i’m ready”
he said he comin’ in the chevy
and i tell him “cool, same spot that you met me”
make sure you park right in front of the getti
and shout out to snootie
salute to montana
and my n-gga fetty
and you know the boy, put on for the city
we used to be light, now my n-gga we heavy
i’m tryna make a dollar outta 15 cent
so every day, man, i hustle
i sat on that block till it bubble
my n-ggas don’t trust you, the things that we do just to get out the struggle
grandma still trippin’ about all of the bricks that i hide in the kitchen, i’m always in trouble
tell her “don’t trip, man the day i get rich imma buy you a house”, she said “baby, i love you”
come from the mud
there’s blood on that money
there’s blood on them drugs
all of these n-ggas insistin they thugs
you can get hit with a pistol and slugs
bro just called my phone, and he said “stoner lets hit this l!ck, this day”
told my n-gga i’m with it, man lets get it, we gon’ get rich today

[chorus: kazzie]
just called my bro and said “you wanna make some stacks today?”
then hit the plug and said “i wanna meet right up today”
i thank the lord, cuz i’ve been praying for a better way
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
i hit the plug and text “i’m on my way”
i’m on my way

[verse 2: fetty wap]
aye
if you count hunnids n-gga, i salute (i salute)
young n-ggas boomin’ from the boo (yeah baby)
h-lla guap i went through (yeah)
aye, fetty wap on the zoo (aye)
f-ck with cars, get you murked (aye)
drop the top, then i skrrt (aye, aye)
while i wild, i’m a flirt (aye, aye)
she owe the plug, on that work (aye)
with some young n-ggas comin’ out a jert (aye)
the wrong words get you put in the dirt (aye)
with some young n-ggas comin’ out a jert (aye)
the wrong words get you put in the dirt (aye)

[chorus: kazzie]
just called my bro and said “you wanna make some stacks today?”
then hit the plug and said “i wanna meet right up today”
i thank the lord, cuz i’ve been praying for a better way
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
i hit the plug and text “i’m on my way”
i’m on my way

[verse 3: snootie wild]
all i know is basil
got it all on yayo
n-gga i’m about backed, double up and get more
all the cash, i’m bank
f-ck yo b-tch, she naked
all them p-ssies, testin’ work, take that b-tch to zaspies
i can’t help it
i can’t help it
i can’t help it
i can’t help it
dis all i knew before the money, and the wealth
up in the projects by my motherf-ckin’ self
down in that work, i ain’t need no motherf-ckin’ help
i can’t help it
call me selfish
all that mula, imma make it
like the devil, i will burn it
all that mula, i will take it
from my plug, i will take it
on my love, if you take it
imma see you, meet yo maker
count this money, got me crazy
on god

[chorus: kazzie]
just called my bro and said “you wanna make some stacks today?”
then hit the plug and said “i wanna meet right up today”
i thank the lord, cuz i’ve been praying for a better way
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
we gon’ get rich today
i hit the plug and text “i’m on my way”
i’m on my way

[verse 4: montana of 300]
uhuuuuh
aye, rap god, what he on
that bad boy, puffy combs
yeah, i built this sh-t on my own
trap house, home alone
before the buzz, n-gga
i was out here, drug dealin’
before the rappin’, i was trappin’ since a young n-gga
playin’ with bands, and bangin’ 40’s like a drum n-gga
in god i trust montana, used to be the plug n-gga
see i grew up in a place
where it ain’t no such thing as safe
ready to shoot with this big clip
i had sh-t boomin’ like i’m blake
made cash money of that drizzy
i ain’t talkin’ bout no drake
i was on that interstate
glove compartment full of cakes
squad

- kazzie lyrics

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