Correction Paroles Rich Today par Flipp Dinero

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Rich
One more time
Yeah, ayy
How you get money?
How you get money?
I keep a blunt and the loud and I’m
Ayy, yeah

How you get money? (Ayy, skrr)
I keep a blunt and the loud and I’m smokin’ on dope like it’s nothin’
My diamonds bussin’
She like the way that I dress, so you know that she fuckin’, she bussin’
I’m never frontin’ (Ayy), we makin’ play to the shit (Ayy), never play with the shit (What?), man I’m thumbin’ (Ayy, ayy, uh)
Turn in to something (Ayy, ayy, uh)
Hop in the block and I drop the cash (Ayy, ayy, uh), and you know I be stuntin’ (Yeah)

I pull up, I’m keeping the mask on
You know it’s a stick up, remember them days I was stuck
I’m that nigga they passed on (Skrr, skrr)
Now I step when I walk, and the cash gone (Ha)
Got the whip and I pull in the fast zone
How the fuck he go get it? They said I was trippin’, no wonder them niggas got laughed on
Concentrate when I thumb through the bag
Yeah, ayy
Now I’m gettin’ racks
‘Bout forty thousand a show (Uh)
I got forty-two thou’ on my neck
The fuck, who gon’ stop me? (Bitch)
I’ve been on this shit, sippin’ lean, movin’ slow for the bag, I’ma jet
So what you gon’ tell me you know ’bout the racks?
A young nigga spend it, then get this shit back (Ayy, ayy)
I said that I got this shit off for my gualas (Yeah, yeah)
They call me young Pablo, they see I connect (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck niggas plottin’, these fuckin’ niggas watchin’ this .30 clip off when I pipe it out
‘Cause I’m gettin’ this money, I’m all in my bag and I swear it ain’t nothin’ to talk about (Talk about)
You ain’t gang, you can’t step when I’m walkin’ out (Walkin’ out)
Keep that thang with the flame when I’m walkin’ out (Walkin’ out)
Tell my driver to pull up and park by the exit, the work in that comfort zone, I’m walkin’ out (Skrr, skrr)
Been on my lonely, it’s all for the guala, I swim in the commas, I stack up the G’s (Ayy, ayy)
Do for my momma, my brothers, my family
I’m in the trenches, I wanna live East
I just want livin’ this life, gotta pay up the price, just to do what I want when I please
Pull off in Lambos and Beamers, that shit that go fast and I’m pullin’ up off of the scene (Ayy, ayy)

I’ma get rich today (Yeah)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Racks, bitch)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that’s Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrr)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Racks, bitch)
I said I’ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Skrr, skrr)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that’s Gucci and Louis (Yeah)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
I’ma get rich today (Yeah)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Racks, bitch)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that’s Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrr)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Racks, bitch)
I said I’ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Skrr, skrr)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that’s Gucci and Louis (Yeah)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Yeah, yeah, ayy)

They say my pockets just look a lil’ bigger
I’m gettin’ racks, that young nigga figure
Came from the hood where I been in that tenet
They hate me or love me, I still up and get it
Livin’ this life like this shit is a mission
The fuck you gon’ tell me? You fuck niggas trippin’ (Yeah)
I get the bag and I peep my own vision
And I do the dash and you know I go missin’
I’m popping tags, yeah, I feel like the man Money Meech in the streets what they talk about
Said they have ’bout these fifties and fifties and hunnids, see this be that shit I can’t talk about
Got the glizzy on me and the XD on me, make you fuck niggas park when I’m on the roll
Nigga came up from nothin’, my diamonds be bussin’
They sleepin’, then say shit they talk about, ayy

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