Rich Talk Lyrics

I'm a young boy I want them riches Shots through the night it sound

Like switches

Channel twelve say a nigga went Missing

Hit em' up five times, break like a Stick

Lonely night, yea I'm dreaming bout' Riches

Hop in the car, yea I push like a Nascar

Creep through the crib yea I got my Lil' mask on

I chop it up with my twin nem' Red

Money bag bitch I'm stuck in the yo' Hit up Rad like let's shoot a lil' video

Semi tucked in my ethicka's

I ain't going for shit hit yo' ass with a Blick (boom boaw)

Yeah I fuck with you but you fuck With them

Like scissors nigga I gotta cut a tie

Watch yo' main nigga, cause they flip Like switches

Be the same nigga tryna fuck my Bitches

Told 6Block ain't no nigga hot as you

Young nigga yeah he putting on Damn my cousin J yea

He died alone Used to spend the night at my Fucking home (Like damn)

Yeah my family wrong, yeah they Fucking wrong

Predict the worst but forget the good That's yo' biggest enemy

Ion' fuck With too many

That's yo' biggest enemy, ion' fuck With too many

I remember days I ain't have no Fucking ride to school

I remember that morning when I got The news my mama died

I'm shedding tears for my fallen Soldier's, look after me

Hood angel, watch over me

Most of my niggas throwing them B's

Yeah

When I started getting money made Me look at shit better

Got my nigga's trapping out the House like they Griselda

Now they wanna ride my dick 'cause I got them Ben-Ji's

I'm all about my Benjamin's

Yeah

(Aye the hook)

I'm a young boy I want them riches Shots through the night it sound

Like switches

Channel twelve say a nigga went Missing

Hit em' up five times, break like a Stick

Lonely night, yea I'm dreaming bout' Riches

Hop in the car, yea I push like a Nascar

Creep through the crib yea I got my Lil' mask on

I chop it up with my twin nem' Red

Hard times had no shit made me look At shit different

Now these bitches wanna switch Man I thought you were better

Put no trust up in these hoes, put my Trust in a Glock

Feeling like my cousin Nick, like the Odds against me

I got this vision in my eye's we gone Blow lil' nigga

Put yo' trust in Gee Guap fuck Another nigga

If I say ion' like that nigga better Move accordingly

Have them youngin's jumping out Them Honda Accords nigga

I'm a young boy I want them riches Shots through the night it sound

Like switches

Channel twelve say a nigga went Missing

Hit em' up five times, break like a Stick

Lonely night, yea I'm dreaming bout' Riches

Hop in the car, yea I push like a Nascar

Creep through the crib yea I got my Lil' mask on

I chop it up with my twin nem' Red

(Chop it up with my twin nem' Red)

(Chop it up with my twin nem' Red)