How Rich Lyrics

I be recording in the closet

While I'm smoking strong

Thats why my clothing

Smell like gas

Before I put it on

I heard somebody say

They call me mr put it on

Well with this pack

Them niggas call me

Mr. get it gone

Every month a different crib

Every week a different phone

Every night a different bitch

Inside my bed when I get home

Every other hour

It's somebody coming

For my throne

But every minute of every day

I'm clutching this fucking chrome

Switch out my glocks

By the season

This just my fall gat

Smoke another opp every season

This just my fall pack

Niggas Kyrie

And we ain't finna

Let you ball yet

You scared to take the shot

You ain't no killa nigga fall back

Better watch yo back around me

Nigga I got sticky fingers

And this bitch sticking

To the trigger

On my fucking banger

Yeah I got problems

With my temper

Can't control my anger

If you still round when I get active

Know yo life in danger

Yeah I done lost it all before

So I ain't losing focus

Ain't scared of nothing

Except for brokeness

That shit hocus pocus

So I don't care how rich I get

I'm still gone steal from Walmart

And I don't care how rich I get

I'm still gone save my roaches

And I don't care how rich I get

I'm still gone steal my cable

And I don't care how rich I get

You still won't get none from me

I owe my plug for 7 Ps

I know bro looking for me

And I don't care how rich I get

I still ain't got yo money