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Rich The Kid "The World Is Yours 2" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clay Hillman
Clay Hillman
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cassius Clay
Cassius Clay
Producer
Chris Guevara
Chris Guevara
Recording Engineer
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah It's a lotta, lotta hatin' goin' on Lot of foolery Lot of fugazin' Lot of, lot of fakes Get off your ass and hustle (huh?) Now that I flex with muscle (flex) Niggas they runnin' for cover (flex) I'm fuckin' your bitch undercovers (yuh) I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (got busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' (nothin') I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight busted Get off your ass and hustle (huh?) Now that I flex with muscle (flex) Niggas they runnin' for cover (flex) I'm fuckin' your bitch undercovers (yuh) I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (got busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' (nothin') I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight busted Yo' bih' want some head on the couch (on the couch) Niggas Instagram flexin' for the clout (for the what?) I was broke, got bands and accounts (I was broke) First thing, taught my son how to count (how to count) These rappers, they real deal hoes (they hoes) I know that you actin', you might get exposed (yuh) My pockets, they finna explode (my pockets) Ride with the lean, pourin' more than a 4 (yuh) I finally finished probation (probation) The feds, they watchin', I stick with my hands My only friend is the Benjamins I'm finally rich but got too many enemies I need my percentage, you bitin' (you bitin') In love with the flex, and keep talkin' 'bout diamonds (flex) You fuck niggas doubtin' me (doubtin' me) I'm hurtin' they feelings, I pull out the Lamborghini (skrrt) Ooh, my niggas shootin' a movie (grra) No Biggie but I used to trap in the Coogi Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, dat way (dat way) Yeah, bitch, I pull up that Wraith (flex) She wanna fuck with the campaign (campaign) 150 bottles, but I don't drink champagne Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dat way (dat way) Money way, bitch, that's the only way (flex) Get off your ass and hustle (huh?) Now that I flex with muscle (flex) Niggas they runnin' for cover (flex) I'm fuckin' your bitch undercovers (yuh) I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (got busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' (nothin') I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight busted Get off your ass and hustle (huh) Now that I flex with muscle (flex) Niggas they runnin' for cover (flex) I'm fuckin' your bitch undercovers (yuh) I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (got busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' (nothin') I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight busted
Writer(s): Justin Brian Thomas, Christina Gandy, David L Doman, Dimitri Roger, Kevin Joshua Mars Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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