Haha, made it to the outro bitch!
Yeah, oh, I just wanna be rich
Yeah, I just wanna be rich
Yeah, I just wanna be rich (Talk to em, Vic)
Tripled my money, I'm rackin' it all (oh, oh)
Back at Adidas, was baggin' them all (oh, oh, yeah)
Quick little shoutout, my boys from the sandbox (oh, oh)
If it's a problem, they all be on call (oh, oh, oh)
Damn my life gettin' complex (uh-huh)
Do whatever that we do to survive
Thinkin' that I miss my ex (goddamn)
Shut the f*ck up and just put it in drive (uh-huh)
Not gonna lie, I still pray for a text
Not gonna lie, I be missin' my team (yeah, yeah)
Not gonna lie, I be trollin' on Bry
Not gonna lie, I be missin' Divine (yeah, yeah)
Thought about death just a couple of times
Shit kinda crazy, I wanted to die
Lucky for me, I use beats just to vent
But some others just can't put it in drive
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)
We gon' all be okay (uh)
F*ck this money, I just put it in my face
Triple 9 to the end of the race (triple 9 to the end of the race)
Rat pack, that was back in the day (rat pack, that was back in day)
Whatever you doin', just make sure it's great (uh)
All of the talkin' and bitchin' and moanin' (all of the talkin', and bitchin', and moanin')
I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe (I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe)
All that I'm doin' is just gettin' through to you (oh, oh oh)
Listen, to my words we'll all be okay (oh, oh, oh)
(Ohh)
Came from the mud, yeah, from rags to the riches
I'm countin' the paper, my fingers real filthy (fingers real filthy)
I know that my life is just like a new movie (new movie)
I know that I'm famous, can't love with no groupie, a thot (a thot)
Can never get love out of me (out of me)
And I know that she crazy, got blood in her jeans (got blood on her jeans)
I know I'm the topical topic, got paparazzi out here takin' them pictures, I'm never gon' get it
I can't comprehend all my feelings I'm drownin' in sorrows, I hide 'em inside this liquor (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I came a really long way and I know that it's crazy (I came a really long way and I know that it's crazy)
Say that you love me, you drivin' me crazy, I just hope that I'ma end up okay
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)
We gon' all be okay (uh)
F*ck this money, I just put it in my face
Triple 9 to the end of the race (triple 9 to the end of the race)
Rat pack, that was back in the day (rat pack, that was back in day)
Whatever you doin', just make sure it's great (uh)
All of the talkin' and bitchin' and moanin' (all of the talkin', and bitchin', and moanin')
I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe (I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe)
All that I'm doin' is just gettin' through to you (oh, oh oh)
Listen, to my words we'll all be okay (uh, uh, uh)
Hop in my bag for the music, fasho (uh, huh)
Steppin' through pain, I need a poncho (let's go)
I used to cringe at the sound of my freestyle
But now I can hop on a beat and just go (but now I can hop on a beat and just go)
These bitches be mad, they ain't getting bunned (damn)
Still playin' my music is all on they phone (damn, damn)
This shit a true story ain't cappin' at all (uh, huh, yeah)
You question my point, but it cap in your jaw (Uh, huh, uh, huh, yeah)
I be in BandLab, I'm makin' shit harder than granite and marbles
While y'all just be wastin' your time at the stu-
Shout out to Juice for the bar right before
Ain't this shit crazy, I'm better than you (than you)
I'ma talk to 'em Vic just because, I'ma talk tell 'em put in queue (oh-uh)
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)
We gon' all be okay (uh)
F*ck this money, I just put it in my face
Triple 9 to the end of the race (triple 9 to the end of the race)
Rat pack, that was back in the day (rat pack, that was back in day)
Whatever you doin', just make sure it's great (uh)
All of the talkin' and bitchin' and moanin' (all of the talkin', and bitchin', and moanin')
I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe (let's go, let's go)
All that I'm doin' is just gettin' through to you (oh, oh oh)
Listen, to my words we'll all be okay (let's go, let's go)
Yeah, oh-ho-oh, yeah, damn, oh-ho-oh, even though I'm up
Deadass, made this shit on f*ckin' BandLab, muhf*ckin' Xbox headset
Whole f*ckin' project, bro, One Man Army
Shout out Vic, shout out Gav, shout out Devin, shout out Kyle
Shout out all the homies
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Haha, made it to the outro bitch!
Yeah, oh, I just wanna be rich
Yeah, I just wanna be rich
Yeah, I just wanna be rich (Talk to em, Vic)
Tripled my money, I'm rackin' it all (oh, oh)
Back at Adidas, was baggin' them all (oh, oh, yeah)
Quick little shoutout, my boys from the sandbox (oh, oh)
If it's a problem, they all be on call (oh, oh, oh)
Damn my life gettin' complex (uh-huh)
Do whatever that we do to survive
Thinkin' that I miss my ex (goddamn)
Shut the f*ck up and just put it in drive (uh-huh)
Not gonna lie, I still pray for a text
Not gonna lie, I be missin' my team (yeah, yeah)
Not gonna lie, I be trollin' on Bry
Not gonna lie, I be missin' Divine (yeah, yeah)
Thought about death just a couple of times
Shit kinda crazy, I wanted to die
Lucky for me, I use beats just to vent
But some others just can't put it in drive
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)
We gon' all be okay (uh)
F*ck this money, I just put it in my face
Triple 9 to the end of the race (triple 9 to the end of the race)
Rat pack, that was back in the day (rat pack, that was back in day)
Whatever you doin', just make sure it's great (uh)
All of the talkin' and bitchin' and moanin' (all of the talkin', and bitchin', and moanin')
I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe (I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe)
All that I'm doin' is just gettin' through to you (oh, oh oh)
Listen, to my words we'll all be okay (oh, oh, oh)
(Ohh)
Came from the mud, yeah, from rags to the riches
I'm countin' the paper, my fingers real filthy (fingers real filthy)
I know that my life is just like a new movie (new movie)
I know that I'm famous, can't love with no groupie, a thot (a thot)
Can never get love out of me (out of me)
And I know that she crazy, got blood in her jeans (got blood on her jeans)
I know I'm the topical topic, got paparazzi out here takin' them pictures, I'm never gon' get it
I can't comprehend all my feelings I'm drownin' in sorrows, I hide 'em inside this liquor (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I came a really long way and I know that it's crazy (I came a really long way and I know that it's crazy)
Say that you love me, you drivin' me crazy, I just hope that I'ma end up okay
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)
We gon' all be okay (uh)
F*ck this money, I just put it in my face
Triple 9 to the end of the race (triple 9 to the end of the race)
Rat pack, that was back in the day (rat pack, that was back in day)
Whatever you doin', just make sure it's great (uh)
All of the talkin' and bitchin' and moanin' (all of the talkin', and bitchin', and moanin')
I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe (I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe)
All that I'm doin' is just gettin' through to you (oh, oh oh)
Listen, to my words we'll all be okay (uh, uh, uh)
Hop in my bag for the music, fasho (uh, huh)
Steppin' through pain, I need a poncho (let's go)
I used to cringe at the sound of my freestyle
But now I can hop on a beat and just go (but now I can hop on a beat and just go)
These bitches be mad, they ain't getting bunned (damn)
Still playin' my music is all on they phone (damn, damn)
This shit a true story ain't cappin' at all (uh, huh, yeah)
You question my point, but it cap in your jaw (Uh, huh, uh, huh, yeah)
I be in BandLab, I'm makin' shit harder than granite and marbles
While y'all just be wastin' your time at the stu-
Shout out to Juice for the bar right before
Ain't this shit crazy, I'm better than you (than you)
I'ma talk to 'em Vic just because, I'ma talk tell 'em put in queue (oh-uh)
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)
We gon' all be okay (uh)
F*ck this money, I just put it in my face
Triple 9 to the end of the race (triple 9 to the end of the race)
Rat pack, that was back in the day (rat pack, that was back in day)
Whatever you doin', just make sure it's great (uh)
All of the talkin' and bitchin' and moanin' (all of the talkin', and bitchin', and moanin')
I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe (let's go, let's go)
All that I'm doin' is just gettin' through to you (oh, oh oh)
Listen, to my words we'll all be okay (let's go, let's go)
Yeah, oh-ho-oh, yeah, damn, oh-ho-oh, even though I'm up
Deadass, made this shit on f*ckin' BandLab, muhf*ckin' Xbox headset
Whole f*ckin' project, bro, One Man Army
Shout out Vic, shout out Gav, shout out Devin, shout out Kyle
Shout out all the homies
Yeah, oh, I just wanna be rich
Yeah, I just wanna be rich
Yeah, I just wanna be rich (Talk to em, Vic)
Tripled my money, I'm rackin' it all (oh, oh)
Back at Adidas, was baggin' them all (oh, oh, yeah)
Quick little shoutout, my boys from the sandbox (oh, oh)
If it's a problem, they all be on call (oh, oh, oh)
Damn my life gettin' complex (uh-huh)
Do whatever that we do to survive
Thinkin' that I miss my ex (goddamn)
Shut the f*ck up and just put it in drive (uh-huh)
Not gonna lie, I still pray for a text
Not gonna lie, I be missin' my team (yeah, yeah)
Not gonna lie, I be trollin' on Bry
Not gonna lie, I be missin' Divine (yeah, yeah)
Thought about death just a couple of times
Shit kinda crazy, I wanted to die
Lucky for me, I use beats just to vent
But some others just can't put it in drive
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)
We gon' all be okay (uh)
F*ck this money, I just put it in my face
Triple 9 to the end of the race (triple 9 to the end of the race)
Rat pack, that was back in the day (rat pack, that was back in day)
Whatever you doin', just make sure it's great (uh)
All of the talkin' and bitchin' and moanin' (all of the talkin', and bitchin', and moanin')
I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe (I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe)
All that I'm doin' is just gettin' through to you (oh, oh oh)
Listen, to my words we'll all be okay (oh, oh, oh)
(Ohh)
Came from the mud, yeah, from rags to the riches
I'm countin' the paper, my fingers real filthy (fingers real filthy)
I know that my life is just like a new movie (new movie)
I know that I'm famous, can't love with no groupie, a thot (a thot)
Can never get love out of me (out of me)
And I know that she crazy, got blood in her jeans (got blood on her jeans)
I know I'm the topical topic, got paparazzi out here takin' them pictures, I'm never gon' get it
I can't comprehend all my feelings I'm drownin' in sorrows, I hide 'em inside this liquor (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I came a really long way and I know that it's crazy (I came a really long way and I know that it's crazy)
Say that you love me, you drivin' me crazy, I just hope that I'ma end up okay
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)
We gon' all be okay (uh)
F*ck this money, I just put it in my face
Triple 9 to the end of the race (triple 9 to the end of the race)
Rat pack, that was back in the day (rat pack, that was back in day)
Whatever you doin', just make sure it's great (uh)
All of the talkin' and bitchin' and moanin' (all of the talkin', and bitchin', and moanin')
I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe (I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe)
All that I'm doin' is just gettin' through to you (oh, oh oh)
Listen, to my words we'll all be okay (uh, uh, uh)
Hop in my bag for the music, fasho (uh, huh)
Steppin' through pain, I need a poncho (let's go)
I used to cringe at the sound of my freestyle
But now I can hop on a beat and just go (but now I can hop on a beat and just go)
These bitches be mad, they ain't getting bunned (damn)
Still playin' my music is all on they phone (damn, damn)
This shit a true story ain't cappin' at all (uh, huh, yeah)
You question my point, but it cap in your jaw (Uh, huh, uh, huh, yeah)
I be in BandLab, I'm makin' shit harder than granite and marbles
While y'all just be wastin' your time at the stu-
Shout out to Juice for the bar right before
Ain't this shit crazy, I'm better than you (than you)
I'ma talk to 'em Vic just because, I'ma talk tell 'em put in queue (oh-uh)
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)
We gon' all be okay (uh)
F*ck this money, I just put it in my face
Triple 9 to the end of the race (triple 9 to the end of the race)
Rat pack, that was back in the day (rat pack, that was back in day)
Whatever you doin', just make sure it's great (uh)
All of the talkin' and bitchin' and moanin' (all of the talkin', and bitchin', and moanin')
I used to go through it, them feelings ain't safe (let's go, let's go)
All that I'm doin' is just gettin' through to you (oh, oh oh)
Listen, to my words we'll all be okay (let's go, let's go)
Yeah, oh-ho-oh, yeah, damn, oh-ho-oh, even though I'm up
Deadass, made this shit on f*ckin' BandLab, muhf*ckin' Xbox headset
Whole f*ckin' project, bro, One Man Army
Shout out Vic, shout out Gav, shout out Devin, shout out Kyle
Shout out all the homies
Writer: Dylan Ben-Hayon, Gavin Henry
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid