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Letra : Rags To Riches, Pt. 2
Feel your eyes, they all over me
Don't be shy, take control of me
Get the vibe, it's gonna be lit tonight
Feel your eyes, they all over me
Don't be shy, take control of me
Get the vibe, it's gonna be lit tonight
No li-i-i-ie
Yeah, 2020, my bank is filled with euro-euros
Might drop the bag and buy a two-door
I’ll pull up and empty the whole damn store
Empty the closet and buy me some new drip
There’s money for me in the fam
Don’t want a new b*t*h
And I don’t give a f**k about 'you did'
Yeah, f**k it, I’mma air it
Yeah, new phone, who dis? (Your call has been forwarded)
Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes
Uh, yeah, living the best life
You ain’t living good if you’re buying at Best Buy
Blew 300 at the club with a fat smile
Motherf**ker, you wouldn’t know nothing about the motherf**kers struggling
Yeah, I know it’s God’s plan
One beat, I get charged for arson
I’m high quality, no more starving lately
I’ve been looking at new apartments
I’ve been moving up the ranks in this world and there is a reason
‘cause when starving artists grinding, they ain’t no longer freezing, yeah
Ra-ra-rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes (Yeah)
Ra-ra-rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission (Ay)
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes
I come from the mud
When I grew up, I done seen lot of blood
I don’t see poor people, rich people, dumb people, old people stepping all over on us
So, these days, I don’t give a f**k
If I don’t know you, you ain’t gettin’ love
If I don’t know you, don’t call me your homie
You call me your Highness, your captain and shut the f**k up
I shoot lights out like Katie
How many men hate me? Yeah, many
‘Can he do it again?’, and I did it again
And I’ll keep doing it ’til the end, my guy
I don’t know sh*t ‘bout you, my guy
But I know that I’m a G.O.A.T, my guy
No one does it like me
I’m the greatest Swede to touch a beat, my guy
Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes, uh
(Guy) Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes, yeah
(Guy) Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes, uh
(Guy) Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes
Don't be shy, take control of me
Get the vibe, it's gonna be lit tonight
Feel your eyes, they all over me
Don't be shy, take control of me
Get the vibe, it's gonna be lit tonight
No li-i-i-ie
Yeah, 2020, my bank is filled with euro-euros
Might drop the bag and buy a two-door
I’ll pull up and empty the whole damn store
Empty the closet and buy me some new drip
There’s money for me in the fam
Don’t want a new b*t*h
And I don’t give a f**k about 'you did'
Yeah, f**k it, I’mma air it
Yeah, new phone, who dis? (Your call has been forwarded)
Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes
Uh, yeah, living the best life
You ain’t living good if you’re buying at Best Buy
Blew 300 at the club with a fat smile
Motherf**ker, you wouldn’t know nothing about the motherf**kers struggling
Yeah, I know it’s God’s plan
One beat, I get charged for arson
I’m high quality, no more starving lately
I’ve been looking at new apartments
I’ve been moving up the ranks in this world and there is a reason
‘cause when starving artists grinding, they ain’t no longer freezing, yeah
Ra-ra-rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes (Yeah)
Ra-ra-rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission (Ay)
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes
I come from the mud
When I grew up, I done seen lot of blood
I don’t see poor people, rich people, dumb people, old people stepping all over on us
So, these days, I don’t give a f**k
If I don’t know you, you ain’t gettin’ love
If I don’t know you, don’t call me your homie
You call me your Highness, your captain and shut the f**k up
I shoot lights out like Katie
How many men hate me? Yeah, many
‘Can he do it again?’, and I did it again
And I’ll keep doing it ’til the end, my guy
I don’t know sh*t ‘bout you, my guy
But I know that I’m a G.O.A.T, my guy
No one does it like me
I’m the greatest Swede to touch a beat, my guy
Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes, uh
(Guy) Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes, yeah
(Guy) Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes, uh
(Guy) Rags to riches
Don’t talk to me ‘less you have permission
If you don’t know me, don’t at, you b*t*hes
You ain’t the people, I’m after b*t*hes
