CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : GET RICH OR DIE CRYIN
Spider Gang
On my rich n***a sh*t (Ayy), rich n***a sh*t (Ayy)
Rich n***a sh*t, uh (Ayy), rich n***a, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Whole gang full of rich n***as, I don't f**k with b*t*h n***as
If you ain't rich, get the f**k out of the crib n***a (Yeah)
Ring-ring (Hello?)
That's somebody callin'
Rich as f**k, I'm ballin'
All up, we maulin'
On my rich n***a sh*t, get off a rich n***a d**k
I'ma buy a new watch just to p*ss on a b*t*h (Yeah)
All these n***as hatin' on a young n***a comin' up
See my bank account I run it up, go to functions and I f**k it up
The labels say they'll do this for some money, I said, "F**k it"
Get a rich n***a big, count [?] said, "F**k a budget"
Everything that cost money, f**k you n***a, we done done it
No, I'm serious the label is really making us do this, please help us (Ahhhh! Yeah)
Rich n***a (Huh), oh, oh, oh, oh
I got money, I got drugs, I got opioids, n***a
The sheer amount of cocaine is copious, n***a
Talkin' sh*t 'bout rich n***as, Glock open this n***a (Blah, blah)
You could get poked with a stick (Yeah)
All these rappin' a** internet n***as is broke than a b*t*h (Punk a** n***as, ayy, huh, huh, huh)
They don't even got material possessions
Had to cut off hella n***as, tired of hearing your depression (Depressed a** n***a, ayy)
She shakin' a** (Uh-uh)
I can't hear you broke n***as talkin' off the gas
It's too loud for me to pa**, that's an impossible task
Spider Gang get your b*t*h wet so we can help her make a splash (Ayy, ayy)
Actually help, the label executives are holding us hostage please save u- (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got hella hoes, man, I got hella bricks
Pu**y, if you ain't rich get the f**k up out the crib
I-I-I be in the crib with my baby bottle sippin'
Tr-Trill a** junkie off the JUUL still tippin' (Yeah)
Playin' with my money, I'ma leave your a** a victim (Okay)
Ice on my neck, sweat necklace [?]
Beamy got everything was ever in existence (Gucci)
All this sh*t I got, I'ma give it to my children
T-Tequila and some coke, flyin' out to México
I remember at the store, used to hit the Texaco
I been flyin' off a boat, so much cash I got a moat
I been sellin' all this dope, I be getting all these bands
I been makin' hella racks, I can finally wipe my a**
If a pu**y talkin' sh*t, I'ma put him in the gra**
Just a reminder, we got everything that exists, the label can't control us, haha
Nah, but for real, like, we didn't really understand what we were getting into with all this rap sh*t, you feel me? Like, they really make us do sh*t, like, they keep us locked in f**king cages, they f**king hit us with cattle prods all f**king night, I haven't slept in six weeks, they abuse us, please!
On my rich n***a sh*t (Ayy), rich n***a sh*t (Ayy)
Rich n***a sh*t, uh (Ayy), rich n***a, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Whole gang full of rich n***as, I don't f**k with b*t*h n***as
If you ain't rich, get the f**k out of the crib n***a (Yeah)
Ring-ring (Hello?)
That's somebody callin'
Rich as f**k, I'm ballin'
All up, we maulin'
On my rich n***a sh*t, get off a rich n***a d**k
I'ma buy a new watch just to p*ss on a b*t*h (Yeah)
All these n***as hatin' on a young n***a comin' up
See my bank account I run it up, go to functions and I f**k it up
The labels say they'll do this for some money, I said, "F**k it"
Get a rich n***a big, count [?] said, "F**k a budget"
Everything that cost money, f**k you n***a, we done done it
No, I'm serious the label is really making us do this, please help us (Ahhhh! Yeah)
Rich n***a (Huh), oh, oh, oh, oh
I got money, I got drugs, I got opioids, n***a
The sheer amount of cocaine is copious, n***a
Talkin' sh*t 'bout rich n***as, Glock open this n***a (Blah, blah)
You could get poked with a stick (Yeah)
All these rappin' a** internet n***as is broke than a b*t*h (Punk a** n***as, ayy, huh, huh, huh)
They don't even got material possessions
Had to cut off hella n***as, tired of hearing your depression (Depressed a** n***a, ayy)
She shakin' a** (Uh-uh)
I can't hear you broke n***as talkin' off the gas
It's too loud for me to pa**, that's an impossible task
Spider Gang get your b*t*h wet so we can help her make a splash (Ayy, ayy)
Actually help, the label executives are holding us hostage please save u- (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got hella hoes, man, I got hella bricks
Pu**y, if you ain't rich get the f**k up out the crib
I-I-I be in the crib with my baby bottle sippin'
Tr-Trill a** junkie off the JUUL still tippin' (Yeah)
Playin' with my money, I'ma leave your a** a victim (Okay)
Ice on my neck, sweat necklace [?]
Beamy got everything was ever in existence (Gucci)
All this sh*t I got, I'ma give it to my children
T-Tequila and some coke, flyin' out to México
I remember at the store, used to hit the Texaco
I been flyin' off a boat, so much cash I got a moat
I been sellin' all this dope, I be getting all these bands
I been makin' hella racks, I can finally wipe my a**
If a pu**y talkin' sh*t, I'ma put him in the gra**
Just a reminder, we got everything that exists, the label can't control us, haha
Nah, but for real, like, we didn't really understand what we were getting into with all this rap sh*t, you feel me? Like, they really make us do sh*t, like, they keep us locked in f**king cages, they f**king hit us with cattle prods all f**king night, I haven't slept in six weeks, they abuse us, please!
