How Rich Is Rich Enough Lyrics

I was so tired of being broke, I had to fix up

Don't know about him, don't know about her

But I'm tryna be rich as fuck

How rich is rich enough

How rich is rich enough

I been saving up since sippy cups

Took risks for 50 bucks

I played the streets it charged my personality, I don't feel right

Selling P's, it was just me and my ski on lonely nights

You change on me

Everything done in the dark comes to the light

Shame on me you fool me twice

Don't know about you, but I got my pipe

She love the life

Shawty tryna fuck with me, talk to me nice

Them likkle beans stronger than dog food

I don't sell white

Bagging up, say "girl that's all you", you staying overnight

When shit go left, best play it right

I still ain't made no resume

I made a living off 448's

5/325's and never caught a case

Tryna bring the ends together, need the time of day

But evil eye and jealousy all standing in the way

Gotham City, Harvey Dent, these niggas Two-Face

All these drugs I'm having mood swings

Try to fix it but its too late

Tried to fix it but it's too late

"This game might not be right for me I'm thinking"

"Why you say that?"

"Nothing good to it but the money"

"You got people using each other, scamming each other…"

"Cutting each other up because they late on a bill"

"Shooting folks because there might be a fucking dollar in it"

"It get to sometimes like I can't even fucking breathe"

"Like I can't get no air"

What you know about pain

What you know about family

Fuck the jury, left us out to dry, the doctors killed my daddy

I was trapping out my mama house, making wops in the alley

Broke my heart, I broke her down to tears, found pills in little baggies

I got trust issues, my brother backstabbed me

Washed off his bloody hands, turned around and dapped me

Smiled at me, so I showed him love and I did it gladly

You did me badly my nigga, I thought you was family

"Yeah, but the game ain't got to be played like that"

"You can't tell me this shit can't get done without people beating on each other"

"Killing each other"

"Doing each other like dogs"

I was so tired of being broke, I had to fix up

Don't know about him, don't know about her

But I'm tryna be rich as fuck

How rich is rich enough

How rich is rich enough

I been saving up since sippy cups

Took risks for 50 bucks

I played the streets it charged my personality, I don't feel right

Selling P's, it was just me and my ski on lonely nights

You change on me

Everything done in the dark comes to the light

Shame on me you fooled me twice

Don't know about you, but I got my pipe

I played the streets it changed my personality

ORN way man, 512 nigga Southside Vaughan Road

ORN way man, uh