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BRISTOW - Rich From Texas (feat. Big Sweep 4k) Lyrics




Top dogs in my city, I know Know some real killers and gangsters, that's for sure
Give a f*ck what you sayin, we gettin' that money
And when they ask who I am, I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ck an exit

And when they ask who I am, I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Top down and I'm swingin' out on the a highway f*ck an exit
And when they ask who I am, yeah, yeah
Double cup, what you know those? I know niggas that pour up the four

I know niggas that get you a bag, I can do it myself don't ask
If it's bout cheese, I want it, get money, just my persona
Ain't know it, just stand on business, only give a f*ck about my wrist
Young, fly nigga, cash it out, I cleared the bank

Bitch, I stay in Texas, I know killers that won't thank
Play around, might take your name, I ain't say I do a thing
I got hitters, that's why niggas playin' around with my name
I'm a rich nigga from Texas

Top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ckin' exit
And when they ask who I am, I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ckin' exit
And when they ask who I am

Ayy, ayy, we don't, wake up late, we get up and get to that paper
I'm addicted to Wagyu steak, show me the plate and I'm feelin' my plate
Can't get it with that thing, then I'm jumpin' the gate, but I don't need a thank
I'll punch you dead in the face, the f*ck did you think

I need a R-B-F-C-U, somebody meet me at the bank
Young Texas nigga servin' gas like Hank, f*ck with me and this bitch, I'll blank
But we not gettin' into that, I just stepped in a bigger bag
Sweep still will step so don't make me mad, get my checks in advance

Tryna make it last, you're on the gram, tryna flex, boy, I'm past that
This gang turn my dog to a hashtag, I'm tryna break the cycle
Plot my moves, tryna build the Eiffel, one call and they gon' bring the rifle
Why would I put you on the play, nigga, I don't even like you

My bad I was bein' spiteful, she I'm here to get rich, huh
I got it all off a bitch, huh, don't watch me, watch who you with, huh
Break on that Hoe for 10 and do it again, I'm really that sick, huh
Then I'ma put it in they face, for who wasn't there, when a nigga, wasn't lit, huh

I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Yeah, top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ck an exit
And when they ask who I am, I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ck an' exit

And when they ask who I am
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Top dogs in my city, I know Know some real killers and gangsters, that's for sure
Give a f*ck what you sayin, we gettin' that money
And when they ask who I am, I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ck an exit

And when they ask who I am, I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Top down and I'm swingin' out on the a highway f*ck an exit
And when they ask who I am, yeah, yeah
Double cup, what you know those? I know niggas that pour up the four

I know niggas that get you a bag, I can do it myself don't ask
If it's bout cheese, I want it, get money, just my persona
Ain't know it, just stand on business, only give a f*ck about my wrist
Young, fly nigga, cash it out, I cleared the bank

Bitch, I stay in Texas, I know killers that won't thank
Play around, might take your name, I ain't say I do a thing
I got hitters, that's why niggas playin' around with my name
I'm a rich nigga from Texas

Top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ckin' exit
And when they ask who I am, I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ckin' exit
And when they ask who I am

Ayy, ayy, we don't, wake up late, we get up and get to that paper
I'm addicted to Wagyu steak, show me the plate and I'm feelin' my plate
Can't get it with that thing, then I'm jumpin' the gate, but I don't need a thank
I'll punch you dead in the face, the f*ck did you think

I need a R-B-F-C-U, somebody meet me at the bank
Young Texas nigga servin' gas like Hank, f*ck with me and this bitch, I'll blank
But we not gettin' into that, I just stepped in a bigger bag
Sweep still will step so don't make me mad, get my checks in advance

Tryna make it last, you're on the gram, tryna flex, boy, I'm past that
This gang turn my dog to a hashtag, I'm tryna break the cycle
Plot my moves, tryna build the Eiffel, one call and they gon' bring the rifle
Why would I put you on the play, nigga, I don't even like you

My bad I was bein' spiteful, she I'm here to get rich, huh
I got it all off a bitch, huh, don't watch me, watch who you with, huh
Break on that Hoe for 10 and do it again, I'm really that sick, huh
Then I'ma put it in they face, for who wasn't there, when a nigga, wasn't lit, huh

I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Yeah, top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ck an exit
And when they ask who I am, I'm a rich nigga from Texas
Top down and I'm swingin' out on the highway f*ck an' exit

And when they ask who I am
Thanks for watching
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Writer: Christian Bristow, Elijah Brown
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