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Get Rich Video (MV)




Performed By: Moody
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Melo Moody




Moody - Get Rich Lyrics




Started Checkin' like a bank account Let me call my brother Tommi to Send a fair amount
It's like the kindness of a con man Tryna clear the doubt
Cause everybody doubt until your Money sprout Checks became the Addiction no matter how I get

It F*ck all lost hope in the midst of All the wishin Whats wishin' without business
Whats hope without the grittin' That's A lost path if you on yo' way to get Rich
Hop in the yo' back to back y'all Know why I'm gettin' lit And these Niggas hatin' bad
Cause they cannot fit in If hatin' was A fashion these niggas done been Drippin'

If hatin' was a bag these niggas Would've been rich Cause these Niggas been hatin'
They askin' for some room why Would I make some? Cause when I Ask for some
You wouldn't make none This life Shit really make or break some
Started checkin' like a bank account Let me call my brother Tommi to Send a Fair amount

It's like the kindness of a con man Tryna clear the doubt
Cause everybody doubt until your money sprout Checks became the addiction
No matter how I get this F*ck all lost Hope in the midst of All the wishin Whats wishin' without business
Whats hope without the grittin' That's A lost path if you on yo' way to get Rich Man life been movin' fast had To fall in love with business And I Didn't wanna
Crash had to put down the grittin' I Had to leave the work alone had to Drop it with a quickness
Cause my niggas ain't home cause They was on a mission That's why I Put my heart into these melodies
That's what they been tellin' me But I Ain't wanna listen cause I was too Caught up in the streets

Then I caught a felony put the system Ahead of me I caught myself in the Mirror I should've
Listened to my daddy Started Checkin' like a bank account Let me Call my brother Tommi to Send a fair Amount
It's like the kindness of a con man Tryna clear the doubt
Cause everybody doubt until your Money sprout Checks became the Addiction no matter how I get

It F*ck all lost hope in the midst of All the wishin Whats wishin' without Business
Whats hope without the grittin' That's A lost path if you on yo' way to get Rich
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Started Checkin' like a bank account Let me call my brother Tommi to Send a fair amount
It's like the kindness of a con man Tryna clear the doubt
Cause everybody doubt until your Money sprout Checks became the Addiction no matter how I get

It F*ck all lost hope in the midst of All the wishin Whats wishin' without business
Whats hope without the grittin' That's A lost path if you on yo' way to get Rich
Hop in the yo' back to back y'all Know why I'm gettin' lit And these Niggas hatin' bad
Cause they cannot fit in If hatin' was A fashion these niggas done been Drippin'

If hatin' was a bag these niggas Would've been rich Cause these Niggas been hatin'
They askin' for some room why Would I make some? Cause when I Ask for some
You wouldn't make none This life Shit really make or break some
Started checkin' like a bank account Let me call my brother Tommi to Send a Fair amount

It's like the kindness of a con man Tryna clear the doubt
Cause everybody doubt until your money sprout Checks became the addiction
No matter how I get this F*ck all lost Hope in the midst of All the wishin Whats wishin' without business
Whats hope without the grittin' That's A lost path if you on yo' way to get Rich Man life been movin' fast had To fall in love with business And I Didn't wanna
Crash had to put down the grittin' I Had to leave the work alone had to Drop it with a quickness
Cause my niggas ain't home cause They was on a mission That's why I Put my heart into these melodies
That's what they been tellin' me But I Ain't wanna listen cause I was too Caught up in the streets

Then I caught a felony put the system Ahead of me I caught myself in the Mirror I should've
Listened to my daddy Started Checkin' like a bank account Let me Call my brother Tommi to Send a fair Amount
It's like the kindness of a con man Tryna clear the doubt
Cause everybody doubt until your Money sprout Checks became the Addiction no matter how I get

It F*ck all lost hope in the midst of All the wishin Whats wishin' without Business
Whats hope without the grittin' That's A lost path if you on yo' way to get Rich
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Writer: Melo Moody
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