The Rich Life
(Chorus)
Bottles and models and throttles to pushing
These niggas be goofy, I know they be looking
I'm just a young nigga that's waiting on bookings
And if you want problems, we can get to hooking
They say they my friend but they hate on my life
Got a lil baddie, can she be my wife?
Making these shirts with crazy designs
I'm just a young nigga and ain't even signed
Walk out the house with the Mac on me
Smoking on Boof, got the pack on me
Painting niggas like Maligadani
Can't trust niggas, don't walk behind me
I wanted it all since I was nine
And if you a opp then don't cross the line
All my homies drinking fine wine
Cause that's what happens with the rich life
(Verse 1)
Man the rich life amazing but you always got to watch your back
Your life can fade real quick to black
Don't grab the needle or smoke the crack
Balenciaga's with a Gucci Bag
I don't give a damn what Lucy had
What Rudy had? Or Susy Ann? Or Julie Ann? Man change it
I walk out the house a boy then come back inside a gangster
I shouldn't of listened to Langston but now I look back and thank him
Niggas always say they want problems, well we can air it out
Pull up to the spots but they don't know about the whereabouts
Niggas is you down to ride? It ain't no selling out
Nigga I can build it all up and I can bring it down
Wait a minute, hold on JTC, gotta slow it down
Cause some niggas don't understand what you been talking bout
Yeah man, I get it man, Tempo man, let's get it back to the track
I can spit it fast and I can spit it slow
What I'ma do? I don't even know
No stop signs, all I know is go
And I'm at the top while you down below
Yeah man, I should slow it down
Ice so wet that I almost drowned
Are you okay with the tempo now?
Sike nigga I'm just playing around
Opps wanna talk all the smack but they ain't relevant
I'ma just keep the flow going just for the hell of it
Nigga I'm teaching a lesson, you ain't in session yet
Until I get big and blow up just like a elephant
(Chorus)
Bottles and models and throttles to pushing
These niggas be goofy, I know they be looking
I'm just a young nigga that's waiting on bookings
And if you want problems, we can get to hooking
They say they my friend but they hate on my life
Got a lil baddie, can she be my wife?
Making these shirts with crazy designs
I'm just a young nigga and ain't even signed
Walk out the house with the Mac on me
Smoking on Boof, got the pack on me
Painting niggas like Maligadani
Can't trust niggas, don't walk behind me
I wanted it all since I was nine
And if you a opp then don't cross the line
All my homies drinking fine wine
Cause that's what happens with the rich life
(Verse 2)
Ouu Nigga, when the tape drop? It is soon nigga
Taking my pictures like move nigga, I can not mess with the goons nigga, Money be stacking like Ouu nigga, Diamonds be wet like the pool nigga, I be that Just Too Cool nigga
Tryna throw shots? You a fool nigga
There is a lot of points and I'm tryna prove em
Ask Kevon what happened to him
He sneaked diss and got capped nigga
100 shots in his back nigga
Never try to go against the grain
He done let the drugs got to they brains
Some of these niggas just ain't the same
I know why cause they played the game
Benz, Benz, Benz
Watch how she bends
Mercedes Benz, that be the whip
Take me a trip
Hit me a lick
Then I be finished
All I hear is gun rounds and gun sounds
Why we can't put the guns down?
Maybe that's what a savage bout
But I don't know what they talking bout
Gassed up on the road, yeah you know that be the diesel
Some of niggas be rats, might as well call them weasels
If you ever some advice, just listen to the words I said
Don't ever mess with a nigga that's gone sell ya name to the Feds
(Chorus)
Bottles and models and throttles to pushing
These niggas be goofy, I know they be looking
I'm just a young nigga that's waiting on bookings
And if you want problems, we can get to hooking
They say they my friend but they hate on my life
Got a lil baddie, can she be my wife?
Making these shirts with crazy designs
I'm just a young nigga and ain't even signed
Walk out the house with the Mac on me
Smoking on Boof, got the pack on me
Painting niggas like Maligadani
Can't trust niggas, don't walk behind me
I wanted it all since I was nine
And if you a opp then don't cross the line
All my homies drinking fine wine
Cause that's what happens with the rich life