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yeat – rlly rich (really rlly) lyrics

[intro]
(yeah)

[chorus]
yeah, a big old tonka, yeah, the tonka truck
go ahead and call your mommy (yeah, yeah)
these kids really fake, they for the lames, they f+ckin’ jabronies
ever headed to a helmut lang like i was born a mummy (yeah)
yeah, i’m a born winner, yeah, i’m a bored sinner (yeah)
they jumped out the biscuit, she still pull up, dropped by bl!cky
i got twizzy down the road in every state, they movin’ sl!ckly (phew)
i boot up when i wake up, i don’t evеn have no thoughts no more
i got a band in the bag, sittin’ in thе back with the b+tterfly doors on it too (phew)
and i don’t even mean to go brag, but i got a bag and they just been goin’ insane, yeah (go)
you don’t even get no money like it’s so crummy, like it’s bummy, yeah
stimulus get to they head, it’s only $1400 get to they m+ffin, yeah (m+ffin)
i went and got off my ass, i got to the racks i got to the cash
soon as i geek up, i’m not alive but i’m not dead (oh)
b+tch was actin’ stupid at the store, i left her there (yeah)
i took a perocet then hit the stu’, it ain’t even fair (all the way)

[verse]
b+tch ate me like some fruits, yeah, like a pear (hah)
hide and seek gotta see this money everywhere i stare (yeah)
yeah, these kids ain’t f+ckin had the money count they wear
yeah, everywhere i go it’s money counter all i hear (ah)
yeah, finna’ boot up then get up then geek up then tweak up (boot up)
i’m finna’ go from ny go hit london, then sip on this wock’ in a tea cup (no kidding)
wake up and take me a bag, [?] for the team, yeah
i don’t like rick owens pants, i like normal ksubi jeans (no at all)
i done seen them sign then fall off and fumble a bag (woah)
there’s only so much you could do, so much you could say before you goin’ out sad (ooh)
yeah, i don’t give a f+ck what you had (none of it)
you don’t even show respect (ack)
yeah, i had to f+ckin’ [?] care about anybody when they didn’t want me to win
yeah, sit in my bank again, sit in my bank again
i told my devil every last one of my sins
you went out sad, i know it hurt like you had made up tell sh+ts (ooh)
and you get mad i tell you the truth, boy you p+ssy for taking defense (yeah)
you don’t make sense lil’ b+tch (yeah), go and climb on a fence lil’ b+tch (yeah)
yeah, we stupid rich, stupid extra really rich (yeah)
yeah, my patek a [?], [?] gon’ eat up the d+ck like slurp on d+ck (ooh)
i walk in the building, i’m richer than all of my haters, i know that they mad as sh+t
[chorus]
yeah, a big old tonka, yeah, the tonka truck
go ahead and call your mommy (yeah, yeah)
these kids really fake, they for the lames, they f+ckin’ jabronies
ever headed to a helmut lang like i was born a mummy (yeah)
yeah, i’m a born winner, yeah, i’m a bored sinner (yeah)
they jumped out the biscuit, she still pull up [?] a [?]
i got twizzy down the road in every state, they movin’ sl!ckly (phew)
i boot up when i wake up, i don’t even have no thoughts no more
i got a band in the bag, sittin’ in the back with the b+tterfly doors on it too (phew)
and i don’t even mean to go brag, but i got a bag and they just been goin’ insane, yeah (go)
you don’t even get no money like it’s a [?], like it’s a [?], yeah
stimulus get to they head, it’s only 1400 get to they m+ffin, yeah (m+ffin)
i went and got off my ass, i got to the racks i got to the cash
soon as i geek up, i’m not alive but i’m not dead (oh)
b+tch was actin’ stupid at the store, i left her there (yeah)
i took a perocet then hit the stu’, it ain’t even fair (all the way)

[outro]
oh+oh
oh+oh+ahh

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