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yung boom – rich forever lyrics

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[verse 1: yung boom]
gucci on my chest
show you how i flex
runnin up these checks
i got diamonds on my neck
i just bought a wraith
then i bought a wraith
pull up with the draco, and ima shoot you in the face
i just spent on 1k think im stuck up in my ways
i just bought a watch and then i flex it in your face
i just did a show, 45k for a day
you a b-tch and you a snake, i see it in your ways

[chorus: yung boom]
rich forever, b-tch im making moves just like in checkers
rich forever, b-tch my pockets always full of lettuce(2x)

[verse 2: yung boom]
you cannot hop in my car
bentley coupe riding with stars
homie smoked like a cigar
rock my sh-t like a guitar
going up feel like on mars
i got the juice and the bars
booty be fat like minaj
ice on my neck think it be a mirage
i just copped a presidential,think thats manditory
keep a forty, under pressure but you cannot fold me
bought a rolley on my wrist now theres too many shortys
with the homies, when im poppin they all upon me

[chorus: yung boom]
rich forever, b-tch im making moves just like in checkers
rich forever, b-tch my pockets always full of lettuce(2x)

[verse 3: yung boom]
i bust down my wrist, now i think im living life
and you were just a b-tch when i didn’t have no ice
and now you wanna chill something does not feel right
b-tch now you on my side and you want to treat me nice
thats not nice
hunnid on the coupe, i just bought a benz
shawty want to ride, i said “go get you some friends”
you be gettin nothing, but i be getting bands
b-tch i got the formula, call me mr.crabs

[chorus: yung boom]
rich forever, b-tch im making moves just like in checkers
rich forever, b-tch my pockets always full of lettuce(2x)

[verse 4: yung boom]
my diamonds cold like the flu
hop out the coupe and it blue
sippin on lean and we loose
sippin on lean and on booze
now i made it on the news
shawty be all up upon me
the game is tied like a noose
i take your b-tch out from you
now you wanna ride you a fake
thats why they call you a snake
you cannot be riding my wave
i always finish first place
ballin on yall, golden state
you better get out my way
hunnid on my neck and my pockets are overweight



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