FYBR (First Year Being Rich) Letra

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
(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