Really Rich Lyrics

I'ma blow, I swear to God, them 50 Boyz we ballin' hard

23rd, I got a call, that Curt died it Left me scarred

Man, free my 50z, out them bars Reminiscing about the times that we Was hoppin out them cars

Trapping making plays I'm serving Za up out a pickle jar

Ayy, boy, I do this for my whole Team, not just for myself

Tryna put my niggas on, Aye tryna Buy my mom a home

Aye told lil Dios, That I got em, Boy, you know you not alone

Aye 50 gang, we stand alone If you Ain't gang, can't get a song

Hoppin' out that car, you know we Bound to leave a nigga gone

They know my gang they comin' Home, I leave the house, can't take The phone

Ain't never gave a fuck, I never even Gave a hoe a bone

Ain't tryna be no gangsta, bae, I'm tryna run this money up

Ayy, niggas broke as fuck, but got the highest rank, they dumb as fuck

But if you cross the line, we comin' through, you know that button Tucked

Off the top, I'm droppin' back-to-Back, them boys can't fuck with us

Ayy, doin' shows back-to-back, lil' bitch, I'm new to all this shit

Started rappin' in February, I'm just a nigga from the bricks

Did my first song with Lil Statik, and people was sayin' that shit was a hit

So I kept on goin' and shit, started flowin, I started enjoyin' this shit

Hit her friend then I started ignorin' the bitch, ayy, diss on my gang, get left in the ditch

It ain't too long until I blow, Bang call my phone and say I'm lit

Aye tryna stack it up like Double R, like nigga really rich