Could have bought a house, but I bought a Jesus piece
Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin’ me
Could have put her in Chanel, she from overseas
Could have bought a Plain Jane, but her wrist freeze
Pocket full of Maserati, full of swiss cheese
Could have pulled up on a Jet, but did the Jet Skis
X pills triple stacked like Wendy’s
Walkin’ round with the 9 like I’m Drew Brees
Shootin’ those boys, takin’ Mickey D’s
Tunechi in the lamb truck, I’m in the Bentley B
You was tryna’ get a deal, I told him “Sign to me”
All my n#gg#s Rich Forever, how it gotta be
Wait, all you n#gg#s b#tch forever, you can’t lie to me
Better go and get your Reverend, let the choir sing
Goin’ hard like a wedding on a Diamond ring
AR keep spinnin’ like a slot machine
Now a n#gg# Rich Forever, they gon’ call me
Coach, put me in the game, I’ve been balling
I was countin’ up the hundreds till the morning
We was getting to them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill’, that’s easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that’s Fiji
The n#gg#s who hatin’, they really wan’ be me
You see that I’m Rich, back then didn’t believe me
b#tch stop, it’s lonely at the top
I just heard my ears pop
A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
f#ck her for some Gucci socks
She gon’ have to run the top, for the flip flops
Yeah, boy stop
Run up on the opp, I just saw his heart drop
My b#tches on the base, I feel like a shortstop
And I just caught a case, I’ma still ball out
Till I ain’t got no more fouls
Now a n#gg# Rich Forever, they gon’ call me
Coach, put me in the game, I’ve been balling
I was countin’ up the hundreds till the morning
We was getting to them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill’, that’s easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that’s Fiji
The n#gg#s who hatin’, they really wan’ be me
You see that I’m Rich, back then didn’t believe me
I get the bag and go straight to the plug
And I buy his #ss out
And now it’s a drought
f#ck on my hoe tilI I tire her #ss out
My watch face drippin’
I had to ask it “What you cryin’ about?”
Flyin’ her out
She get back home she be runnin’ her mouth
Pick a Bugatti up, put the Cullinan down
Tell your friends I’ll fly every one of them down
Put ’em on a jet, tell ’em meet me in the islands
Said she wanna f#ck me and all of my diamonds
My shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeah, he shinin’
Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage
I’m Rich like f#ck it
If I gotta bring your friend, then she f#ckin’
I was broke that hoe left somethin’
Haters talkin’ ’bout a whole lot of nothin’
Now a n#gg# Rich Forever, they gon’ call me
Coach, put me in the game, I’ve been balling
I was countin’ up the hundreds till the morning
We was getting to them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill’, that’s easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that’s Fiji
The n#gg#s who hatin’, they really wan’ be me
You see that I’m Rich, back then didn’t believe me
b#tch stop, it’s lonely at the top
I just felt my ears pop
A friend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
f#ck her for some Gucci socks
She gon’ have to run the top, for the flip flops
Yeah, boy stop
Pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht
Broke b#tches that’s a pet peeve, call blocked
Pockets like they got hickeys, all knots
We just go to war, no keys, warlock
Ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop
b#tches on the base, I feel like a shortstop
I just caught a case, but I still ball out
Till I ain’t got no more fouls
Trust Fund
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Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid Lyrics – Trust Fund