CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Been Rich
(Beatgang)
Yeah, all facts, lil' n***a
Easy Money sh*t, n***a
Ayy
Two Cullinans and a lamb chop
We blam opps, ain't felt no pain since my mans died
F**k a Drac', I put a switch on my tan Glock
Ten Cuban links on, I bet I stand out
Huh, d**k suckin' before the hoes, n***as fanned out
Y'all was rich for a year, that pape' ran out
Give lil' bro a hundred when they let my mans out
This b*t*h ain't wanna let me f**k, I bet I can now
Yeah, pull your pants down
They close Saks when I walk in, don't need no damn stylist
Ballin', Celine headbands, b*t*h, I'm Ben Wallace
My shooter pickin' pape' up, the opps still droppin'
It's f**k 12, but tell them n***as that I been coppin'
We been coppin', been rich, b*t*h, we been crunchin'
You can go and ask your ho, she been d**k suckin'
How you send a hundrеd shots and you don't hit nothin'?
How you f**k a hundred n***as and ain't get nothin'?
I just came in your mouth, I can't kiss nothin'
You don't buy your b*t*h sh*t, I know that b*t*h f**kin'
Fivе carats each ear, I feel like Crumbles
If you bring a b*t*h with you, then I might touch you
If he buy a brick or two, then I might front you
Value goin' up plain, I ain't ice nothin'
I knew the plug all my life, we just like cousins
Loyalty is everything, I pay his price for him
Park the car, get on feet, I feel like runnin'
Scope on everything we cop, b*t*h, we like huntin'
Throwin' up drank and Addy V's, I got a light stomach
In Saint Laurent and Louis V, I feel like money
She wanna write back, send a flight, my dog been sendin' kites
German engineering and we like a million in on ice
You can pull up and get f**ked, you can never spend the night
Playin' with my pape', kidnap the kid, Uncle Ice
Yeah, I rap, but I'll never stop trappin', this my life
You want a deal, I'll never stop taxin', this my price
Keep it real, since a kid, I been f**kin' n***as' wifes
Four hundred on a light day, our ice be cuttin' on the lights, easy money
(What up, Antt?)
(Bang that sh*t)
Yeah, all facts, lil' n***a
Easy Money sh*t, n***a
Ayy
Two Cullinans and a lamb chop
We blam opps, ain't felt no pain since my mans died
F**k a Drac', I put a switch on my tan Glock
Ten Cuban links on, I bet I stand out
Huh, d**k suckin' before the hoes, n***as fanned out
Y'all was rich for a year, that pape' ran out
Give lil' bro a hundred when they let my mans out
This b*t*h ain't wanna let me f**k, I bet I can now
Yeah, pull your pants down
They close Saks when I walk in, don't need no damn stylist
Ballin', Celine headbands, b*t*h, I'm Ben Wallace
My shooter pickin' pape' up, the opps still droppin'
It's f**k 12, but tell them n***as that I been coppin'
We been coppin', been rich, b*t*h, we been crunchin'
You can go and ask your ho, she been d**k suckin'
How you send a hundrеd shots and you don't hit nothin'?
How you f**k a hundred n***as and ain't get nothin'?
I just came in your mouth, I can't kiss nothin'
You don't buy your b*t*h sh*t, I know that b*t*h f**kin'
Fivе carats each ear, I feel like Crumbles
If you bring a b*t*h with you, then I might touch you
If he buy a brick or two, then I might front you
Value goin' up plain, I ain't ice nothin'
I knew the plug all my life, we just like cousins
Loyalty is everything, I pay his price for him
Park the car, get on feet, I feel like runnin'
Scope on everything we cop, b*t*h, we like huntin'
Throwin' up drank and Addy V's, I got a light stomach
In Saint Laurent and Louis V, I feel like money
She wanna write back, send a flight, my dog been sendin' kites
German engineering and we like a million in on ice
You can pull up and get f**ked, you can never spend the night
Playin' with my pape', kidnap the kid, Uncle Ice
Yeah, I rap, but I'll never stop trappin', this my life
You want a deal, I'll never stop taxin', this my price
Keep it real, since a kid, I been f**kin' n***as' wifes
Four hundred on a light day, our ice be cuttin' on the lights, easy money
(What up, Antt?)
(Bang that sh*t)
