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Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich Let's all get rich Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich Let's all get rich Tip only cash Sip only cash Sip on G bags Trip on first class I get gassed everytime I do the math No subtraction, just multiply and add We don't die, we just multiply and pass More money, more problems That's a good problem to have I set it up for the guards We got a hoe and a price I put this shit on my life I pay whatever the price I got the waves, I'm holdin' it down We're making plays, for bigger the mouth Round the ridges, now show you the Ralf Up all night long Tryna find my zone Turn the lights down low I'ma shine like gold Feel it in my soul I got 'em next day Won't give it, I give my respect Hop in the 'rari and ready, set Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich Let's all get rich Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich Let's all get rich Tip only cash Sip only cash Sip on G bags Trip on first class Gotta make sure that we win There ain't no better the plan Police are all on my mens Tryna get this shit aggressive Turn this shit down into a loan Boy, I do rap like it's a real True niggas cap, it's a new L I need that money in cash as hell Jumped in the deep end Just get my feet wet I'm never leavin' Lord knows I'm healin' This ain't no secret I used to live in a ditch, yeah All of my shit is a Jeep, yeah I'ma get my homies Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich Let's all get rich Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich Let's all get rich Tip only cash Sip only cash Sip on G bags Trip on first class
Writer(s): Brian Collins, Christian Arceo, Shaquille Ruben Gonzalez-ruiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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