yung bryxn – rags to riches lyrics
{hook}
my baby mama’ wear pink
look at my wrist cuban link
diamonds they wet like a sink
all these b-tches wanna link
all of you wanna be me
n-ggas are mad cause i’m rich
imma’ go f-ck on your b-tch
she wanna suck on my d-ck
copped a new whip cause i’m rich
your b-tch she blowing me kisses
i went from rags i got riches
your b-tch wanna be my mistress
i’m f-cking all of these b-tches
i do not f-ck with these snitches
{verse 1: yung bryxn}
b-tch get the f-ck out my business
i know you want me cause i’m winnin
everyday i’m getting richer
now they wanna take a picture
i throw these racks like a pitcher
me and my n-ggas sip liquor
if you switched up then you’re not in the mixture
b-tch was so bad so i kissed her
i left that b-tch i won’t miss her
yeah yeah
my n-ggas stay ready to k!ll
diamonds so cold made me ill
i wanna get to that mil
diamonds they all on my grill
you so broke you better chill
i just popped a xanny pill
n-gga i live in the hills
my n-ggas pull up with the drills
so if you got something to say
you shouldn’t try to escape
in the bay that’s where i stay
n-ggas switched up they betray
i’m getting paid
i got that bank
when it comes to money i’m never late
i came from nothing now i’m getting paid aye
[hook: ca$hkiddmoko]
my baby mama’ wear pink
look at my wrist cuban link
diamonds they wet like a sink
all these b-tches wanna link
all of you wanna be me
n-ggas are mad cause i’m rich
imma’ go f-ck on your b-tch
she wanna suck on my d-ck
copped a new whip cause i’m rich
your b-tch she blowing me kisses
i went from rags i got riches
your b-tch wanna be my mistress
i’m f-cking all of these b-tches
i do not f-ck with these snitches
[verse 2: ca$hkiddmoko]
b-tch get the f-ck out my business
yeah b-tch get the f-ck out my business
your girl want me why you mad
i know your girl is bad
she gave up on your hoe -ss
leaving your -ss really sad
is it cause i got a bag showing her the stack of blue bands
something you ain’t never had
you n-ggas getting so mad wanna do something so bad
just know i got n-ggas that will put you in a bag
sneak dissing bout’ you wanting to fight
when i see you it’s on sight
i’ll knock you out n-gga i’ll turn off your lights
n-gga you’re gone so goodnight
yeah n-ggas you’re gone so goodnight
my n-ggas pull up with them pipes
chopp take your f-cking life
this is your final goodbye
take you girl make her my wife
we’re gonna’ have a good time
n-ggas know that i don’t play
pull up the choppa’s and spray
i do not play any games
this money it comes with the fame
all these b-tches be the same
i do not f-ck with these lames
[outro: yung bryxn}
my baby mama’ wear pink
look at my wrist cuban link
diamonds they wet like a sink
all these b-tches wanna link
all of you wanna be me
n-ggas are mad cause i’m rich
imma’ go f-ck on your b-tch
she wanna suck on my d-ck
copped a new whip cause i’m rich
your b-tch she blowing me kisses
i went from rags i got riches
your b-tch wanna be my mistress
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