Tay Keith, f#ck these n#gg#s up
Yeah, yeah, okay, okay, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, okay
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I got two rings on (Uh-huh), two chains on (Okay)
Three diamond bracelets, don’t get flamed on (Baw)
Cribs is outrageous, real different phases (Yeah)
Whips look like spaceships
Black like I’m racist (Can’t say that)
Rich, I got patience
Sprint, I didn’t chase it
Really havin’ cash but I act like I’m basic
Livin’ in my past, I might come off like I’m crazy (Craze)
And nothin’ ever lasts so I don’t let nothin’ phase me
Uh, b#tch, I’m rich
Uh, b#tch, I’m rich (What?), uh
b#tch, I’m rich (What?)
Rich as sh#t
Uh, b#tch, I’m rich
b#tch, I’m rich (b#tch, I’m rich), uh
b#tch, I’m rich
I’m rich as sh#t
Got it out the mud, they ain’t give me sh#t, n#gg#
Fell out with my blood, but it happened out of love
Made a lot of shootings happen, I was ridin’ ’round with thugs (Grr)
Trap raided еvery week ’cause we was havin’ all thе drugs (Ayy)
Wait a minute (Wait), take a killer, put some paper in it
God gave a n#gg# a second chance, call it “Taylor Bennett”
Street n#gg# started makin’ bands, I ain’t take advance (Uh-uh)
Hatin’-ass, think he touchin’ Swerve, broke his hands
Told the jeweler “Take my mans, ice him out, make it dance”
180 in the Lamb’, f#ck around, break the trance
New coupe, two-hundred grand, out the trenches
Understand who I am, b#tch, the man
That’s what all the b#tches sayin’
Who the flyest in the land
And who don’t like it (Yeah), shooter quiet
He’ll fire it, start a riot
If he fire it, n#gg#s dyin’
We ain’t got a kill? Damn, beat you like a real man
Tryna tell him “Chill, damn”
Most these n#gg#s real fans
I just did this rapper sh#t to show you how it feel, damn
Now I’m eatin’ steak and lobster, ‘member eatin’ real Spam
n#gg#, I wasn’t lyin’, went from Spam to a f#ckin’ Lamb’
Chases duckin’ 12, had to get up out the f#ckin’ jam
I got two rings on, two chains on
Three diamond bracelets, don’t get flamed on
Three cell phones (Three), pick up, jail calls
Still don’t get no sleep and I got three damn homes (Damn)
Three shooters so it ain’t no one to tell on (Brr)
Four stores, I been tryna get the smell gone (Woo)
Five plugs, I fell off, they who I fell on (Ayy)
Six cars ‘case I got to get the hell on (Swervo)
Made my first ticket, blew that right back on the block (On Foenem)
Long live Von, we was killers ‘fore we popped (You know that)
Max hit my line, I popped right out with that Glock (Hol’ on)
That’s how he end up dyin’, n#gg# ain’t know how to stop (Damn)
Big for real, we done hit up every opp block (They know, uh-huh)
f#ck the miscellaneous, we went for top slots (Get ’em)
Then I made a million, I’m like “I gotta chill now” (Gotta chill now)
Caught a n#gg#, killed him, then after that, got real (f#ck it)
Opps outside they building, okay, we ’bout to peel back (Brr)
Made my second million, okay, I quit for real now (For real now)
Then I bought some Ps, bought some hard, bought some lean (Damn)
Bought some bars, I ain’t buy no f#ckin’ cars
I turned n#gg#s into stars, did that free of f#ckin’ charge (Free of charge)
We ain’t never witness sh#t ’cause you ain’t play your f#ckin’ part
I was hoppin’ out in broad day, ain’t need no f#ckin’ dark, lame #ss n#gg#
“Herbo, who you been since you got rich?” Same-ass n#gg#
Rockin’ Plain Jane that’s ’cause I’m a plain-ass n#gg#
[?] gang, gang, put it to your brain-ass n#gg#
Stay away from Molly he a fire the flame-ass n#gg#
Stay away from [Drench ’em ?], he’ll snatch your chain-ass n#gg# (You know that)
[?] he like O-Dog, I’m a Cane-ass n#gg#
[?], he got aim like a gun range-ass n#gg# (Brr)
Better not say my name, I’ma bring the pain-ass n#gg# (Bring the pain)
You a clout chasin’, do it the for fame-ass n#gg# (Do it for the fame)
Stay up in a house, always on the game-ass n#gg# (Always on the game)
Ain’t gon’ never change, ayo, where my change at, n#gg#? (Where my change?)
Still will let it rain, tell us where they hang at, n#gg#? (Where they hang at?)
b#tch, they be salt ’cause a n#gg# rich (Really rich)
I’m in Hawaii like a n#gg# Stitch (Lilo and Stitch)
Send hoes out like a n#gg# Hitch (Will Smith)
Her lil’ bro makin’ both ya hoes switch (Switch ’em up)
Pull up, jump shot like D Rose, swish (Swish)
[?] blowin’ candles out, snotty nose, make a wish
Tell me how I’m gettin’ exposed? n#gg#, I’m rich as shit
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