CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Riches From Rags
(Aye, run it back, Sluzyyy)
(Aero)
Ayy, jump in the whip and I go
Smoke me a ounce, sit back and I think 'bout them days
I think 'bout them days I was broke
Don't give a f**k, let a n***a play with my paper
I'm hanging his ass by a rope
Fresh as a b*t*h, you already know how I get
I pop out, I'm cleaner than soap
I'm giving them hope, ayy
I bet they gon' think this sh*t wrote
This gas that I'm smoking, this sh*t make you float
I pass you this blunt, you gon' hit it and choke
My b*t*h is like coke, she came straight off the boat
These Off-White lows, they came straight out the store
They don't let me in then I'm kicking the door
I madе my own lane, f**k switching a flow
Ayy, where thе rackaids at? Point it
Young n***a grinding, a young n***a hustle, we up 'til like four in the morning
Putting in work, I do it with ease, young n***a, I'm constantly growing
I know I'm a key and I know I was destined, this sh*t, it keep constantly showing
If it ain't 'bout money, then it ain't making me mad
I hopped out my feelings, I hopped out my bag, young n***a, I'm chasing that cash
I came up from sh*t, could never forget, I'm tryna go to riches from rags
My car, it go fast, went back to the future, I don't give a f**k 'bout the past
I'm tryna go to riches from rags, I'm tryna go to riches from rags
I'm tryna go to riches from rags, I'm tryna go to riches from rags
I'm tryna go to riches from rags, I'm tryna go to riches from rags
I'm tryna go to riches from rags, I'm tryna go to riches from rags, ayy
New whip got extensions
And the whip got some suspensions
I think my lifestyle expensive
That money dirty, I rinse it
Brown Christians Lous, the bottom got blood, they looking like somebody dressed 'em
Don't wanna talk it ain't 'bout no guap, plus I got these drugs in my system
Don't talk, I just sit back and listen
I can say truly I'm gifted
I know that this fair 'cause I picked it
All these dead faces, this sh*t getting sickening
Put them racks in a duffle and zip it
I mind my business, I'm sipping on Lipton
Ain't had no options, was jumping them fences
I'm seeing all these dead faces, I'm tripping
(Aero)
Ayy, jump in the whip and I go
Smoke me a ounce, sit back and I think 'bout them days
I think 'bout them days I was broke
Don't give a f**k, let a n***a play with my paper
I'm hanging his ass by a rope
Fresh as a b*t*h, you already know how I get
I pop out, I'm cleaner than soap
I'm giving them hope, ayy
I bet they gon' think this sh*t wrote
This gas that I'm smoking, this sh*t make you float
I pass you this blunt, you gon' hit it and choke
My b*t*h is like coke, she came straight off the boat
These Off-White lows, they came straight out the store
They don't let me in then I'm kicking the door
I madе my own lane, f**k switching a flow
Ayy, where thе rackaids at? Point it
Young n***a grinding, a young n***a hustle, we up 'til like four in the morning
Putting in work, I do it with ease, young n***a, I'm constantly growing
I know I'm a key and I know I was destined, this sh*t, it keep constantly showing
If it ain't 'bout money, then it ain't making me mad
I hopped out my feelings, I hopped out my bag, young n***a, I'm chasing that cash
I came up from sh*t, could never forget, I'm tryna go to riches from rags
My car, it go fast, went back to the future, I don't give a f**k 'bout the past
I'm tryna go to riches from rags, I'm tryna go to riches from rags
I'm tryna go to riches from rags, I'm tryna go to riches from rags
I'm tryna go to riches from rags, I'm tryna go to riches from rags
I'm tryna go to riches from rags, I'm tryna go to riches from rags, ayy
New whip got extensions
And the whip got some suspensions
I think my lifestyle expensive
That money dirty, I rinse it
Brown Christians Lous, the bottom got blood, they looking like somebody dressed 'em
Don't wanna talk it ain't 'bout no guap, plus I got these drugs in my system
Don't talk, I just sit back and listen
I can say truly I'm gifted
I know that this fair 'cause I picked it
All these dead faces, this sh*t getting sickening
Put them racks in a duffle and zip it
I mind my business, I'm sipping on Lipton
Ain't had no options, was jumping them fences
I'm seeing all these dead faces, I'm tripping
