Rich Forever

(DJ Bugsy) (Swish) I just lost my dawg, yeah Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag Get right in the field, I had to make a bag The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back I just wanna go get one more bag with my nigga Wanna be rich forever for my dawg Supposed to take you on yo first trip on a private jet I vow to always ball until I fall And we been on this money shit for years Gotta drink this mud to make the pain go away I been droppin' these codeine tears Prayin' Roddy Ricch don't go insane today We was in the high speed like fuck the static He wanted the Rollie, I wanted the Patek Got to get this safe, my nigga, fuck around and drag it I done seen a lot of shit behind these glasses, yeah My life goin' through many different phases Got to keep the gun on me, can't go too many places Ran in V12 just to mimic drag races Nigga we was bag chasers before we had braces I just lost my dawg, yeah Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag Get right in the field, I had to make a bag The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back I just wanna go get one more bag with my nigga Wanna be rich forever for my dawg Supposed to take you on yo first trip on a private jet I vow to always ball until I fall Got the Burberry jacket and an Ace of Spade Get a hunnid racks, I gotta make it today Gotta get a tennis bracelet, put that JNew the face My dawg looked out for me when I ain't have nothin' Pass on thirty, then he pulled up in a Jag or somethin' When the ops seen him pull up cold, nigga, they was mad or somethin' We was countin' them hundreds back at Stilo's crib I wanted to drip with my brother in Valentino for real Remember I was talkin' to him on the jail phone on Christmas Said when he get out we gon' add the check up like arithmetic If you try to rob a nigga I vow to get the stick I might slide on a nigga like a RipStik I don't know why all these legends always got to die young, yeah Nigga got to cut these snakes up out the grass Out of everybody, I suspected you last Supposed to take all these flights in first class I just lost my dawg, yeah Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag Get right in the field, I had to make a bag The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back I just wanna go get one more bag with my nigga Wanna be rich forever for my dawg Supposed to take you on yo first trip on a private jet I vow to always ball until I fall Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Long live my brother