Print

First Year Being Rich I'm bout to cop a house on Riverside Checkin' off my list I buy a boat, I put your crib inside Mental need a fix I'm feeling broken since my nigga died Multiply my chips I'm losing count its hard to memorize Boost the economy Dollar for dollar, I gotta be ??? my neck hit the lottery Did it for Prodigy Wilding in Prada Oh while I be worth my mind and my prophecy Coppin these properties Came with a bank and monopoly Just bought estate in the colony Bankin' a shot off the balcony Mob with the infantry Rich what I gotta be, nigga Movin stories, and welcome through the [?] room The first time being rich Not the first time seeing shit Made a promise I ain't going back to bein' broke First year being rich, now Imma cop me a brick Letras de canciones(Brick, brick, brick) Niggas hate the bricks Then they shittin bricks Fuck the hit 'n' miss Niggas missing hits Illegitimate at hitting licks Gold neck full of hidden gems In the gym like I'm gettin' ripped My rhetoric, nigga let it drip A half a billion by 36 Top of the year, I was broke (cash out) [?] into my pocket Now I'm pearl like a socket Paypal was on zero, now I'm counting more zeros [?] lookin' like Cheerios With a mob like Robert De Niro Had to learn both grind and patience Took my moms on a trip to Jamaica I thought I wasn't gon' make it I was so impatient Stressed out my head was aching Now my palms be itchin' Now these bitches trippin' Now my bank be drippin' Last year I was broke, I ain't goin' back to shit This my first year being rich This my first year being rich Niggas give me dap and these hoes gon' show me love I remember what it was, I remember what it was This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich Ooh, ooh, ooh She want to ride with the man She want to hop in the lam, ride wit the band She wanna ride with the gang Poppin' a lil' band, ooh I got mo' bands than yo' man Started from pots and pans, to all of these fans, and all these hoes in my pants ooh, ooh I walk in that bih I don't dance, ooh She drippin' lil bitch she don't dance, ooh Hold on to my dick with no hands, ooh She coolin' me off no with no fan, ooh Free my lil guy in the jail, ooh I keep a drug like a bean, ooh We robbin these niggas no chance, ooh Then I take that to the floor, ooh I'm already rich, but I feel like I'm broke Nigga, you know If I go broke, Imma cop me a O Yeah, buyin' my Uncle a stove Whippin,' whippin,' whippin,' real hard [?] whippin' like he Betty Crocker She eat the dick up, she the headdie mobster With the strippers only throw confetti dollars (that's right) When I touch a billion, that's when I'm rich Stackin' my money, you not with the shits Hundred on the rollie and my mom got the crib They callin me Tookie, [Ice blue in the crib?] Put the Henney in the Benz cause I'm too legit to quit Addy caught me chillin on the Audi with a bitch Schroomy nigga rachi [?] eats finger and gliss You try to pop me, I hit you with this From Letras Mania