R!CH Lyrics

I already know what I'm bout to do on this one (Facts)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Hey Hey Hey Hey)

Tryna get rich, and run up a motherfucking bag

Hoppin on any track and Ima spazz

Never ran track but I hop on the track

Run that shit back run that shit back

Niggas be mad, Nigga so ass

Don't talk shit you my son im yo dad

I'm dissing these niggas it's making laugh

(Damn I know that shit make niggas so mad)

Like why is you mad bitch

I'm a young nigga I'm living lavish

I'm finna hop in a jag bitch

Skrrt Skrrt Skrrt (Skrrtt) (Oh Shit!)

Don't crash bitch

I'm finna hop in a motherfucking Wraith

I keep me a ski I ain't catching no case

Ima shoot at ya bro then I hop in a Wraith

Swear to god little bro finna buss at yo face

Now we doing the dash 150 today

I hopped on the track getting busy today

I'm in the party I'm litty today

I'm off of the gas I'm too frizzy today

I keep me a motherfucking blicky today

It's two different people

Vercetti and Tae

Hold up

Pour it up

Double cup

Lick it up

She nasty yuh

She freaky yuh

(I'm litty yuh)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Hey Hey Hey Hey)

I'm trying to get litty

I got a new blicky

I aim at face and your motherfucking kidney

(Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah) (GRRRTTTTT) (DAMN!)

We got hella chopas

Pulling up and flip ya parter

Old as shit could fuck ya momma

No Fortnite shit I keep a llama

Choppa singing like Madona

Tryna blow up like Osama

You get it?

Bitch it's a bomb

Nigga i don't got the time

These niggas be hating on Don

They really mad cause I'm a god

A god a rapping

No I ain't capping

Really be spazzing

Really be trapping

Bro got the pack in

Really gon pack it

Put that shit im a brand new package

21 guns bitch Ima savage

Ima aim at his face ima let that boy have it

I'm shooting this bitch with no motherfucking badges

I get to the green to the motherfucking cabbage

These niggas be lacking that shit fucking tragic

If you run up on me got a blade Ima stab it

The music you making that shit kinda average

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay)

Tryna get rich (Hey Hey Hey Hey)

(Go run yo fucking bag up man stop talking to these bitch ass niggas

Go run that fucking money up nigga)