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rj & choice - get rich lyrics

[verse: 1 rj]
huhh look
n-ggas rap rich but i been broke
last night i had a dream bout a kicked doe’
i used to cross state lines just to get dope
wanna press my line gotta fish for it
i’m all alone in a crowd don’t touch me, smoking i’m frustrated
lie to my girl & she bring it up months later
nah i ain’t a ho i just crush a lot
ball soft re rock til’ i whip the watch
mustard hit me from the yacht drunk laughing at chop
they said it’s grind time a gang of n-ggas want yo spot
look, a gang of these new n-ggas wanna be pac
that’s why a gang of these lil’ n-ggas gone get shot
it’s hard to grow up
n-ggas ain’t f-cking with you so what
sit yo -ss down get ya dough up
i don’t ever judge with my nose up
ima blow uppppppp, oooooh about money on that note
b-tch i’m 100 to the point you get taxed for it
if i ever need ya hand i’ll ask for it, until then ima be on my sh-t like

[chorus]
ooooooooohh ooohh ooh, i’mma get rich on you
and i’mma be richer than you, i’mma get rich like
oooooohh ooohh ooh, i’mma get rich on you, and i’mma be richer than you, cuz i’m on my sh-t like..
ooooooooohh ooohh ooh, i’mma get rich on you
and i’mma be richer than you, i’mma get rich like
oooooohh ooohh ooh, i’mma get rich on you, and i’mma be richer than you, cuz i’m on my sh-t like..

[verse 2: iamsu!]
ooooh ooooh ooh, i’ma be richer than you
two or three b-tches came through, i’m tryna f-ck something
i told her back back it up for a young g
remember hoes used to call a n-gga ugly
two chains on mouth full of gold t–th
og chiefed up, try me n’ get creased up
couldn’t make the cut even with a knife on
so bad had to hit it with the lights on
body like a stallion, i’m finna take her home
she told me keep that sh-t a secret, just for me to know
she got an -ss so fat i gotta hold that
i’ma throw this money on it no tax
you can quote that, sign sincerely yours
i swear i grind all the time make me need it more

[verse 3: choice]
and we never going back so i know it’s clear
call the teller every night so i know it’s there
only find truth in your account and in your mirror
counting checks cause i’m deaf n-gga kobe stare
ooh the p-ssy so tight i had to claim her
got yo deal on yo side fail call kramer
danger, dying is cheap living ain’t free
n-ggas is cool but n-ggas ain’t me
ap whippin’ the jury til the court come
get to the millions as a civilian gotta be worth something
i only like b-tches who go and find b-tches they all getting fined even when they find b-tches
10 summers like a motherf-cking shy sentence
you ain’t getting business girl stay out my business
why would they sit and ignore calls from n-ggas
don’t call us back or broke richer than all y’all n-ggas it’s razor…

- rj choice lyrics

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