Die Rich Lyrics

(Yo, Pash, you been trippin' on them hoes)

I'm tryna make it out this shit, cause I'm tryna die rich

I'm ridin' for my bruddas, I don't talk or see a snitch

Curly hair with booty, that's the type of chick I'm tryna hit

Real shit, stretch marks, I don't need no counterfeit

Ooh, I'm gettin' to this paper, baby

Stay in my lane and run it up, been what I'm thinkin' lately

I keep one in the chamber, just in case they actin' crazy

I don't trust a soul when the sun down, cause everywhere be shady

I'ma get this bitch for free, she gon' let me bend her over

But you gotta invest into her like a stock broker

Take over the city when I'm rollin' in that Rover

Know I came a long way from whippin' that Corolla

When she not with you, she gon' hit my line, Motorola

So many goofies I encountered, think I need a damn folder

Told my homie, watch your back, that boy a bitch

Had to say I told you when he did the switch

I've been gettin' to that cheddar lately, that's why I've been cheesin'

Took this bitch to San Diego, I don't need a reason

My loyalty too deep, never changin', no season

Fightin' demons every day, my heart is still bleedin

I'm tryna make it out this shit, cause I'm tryna die rich

I'm ridin' for my bruddas, I don't talk or see a snitch

Curly hair with booty, that's the type of chick I'm tryna hit

Real shit, stretch marks, I don't need no counterfeit

Ooh, I'm gettin' to this paper, baby

Stay in my lane and run it up, been what I'm thinkin' lately

I keep one in the chamber, just in case they actin' crazy

I don't trust a soul when the sun down, cause everywhere be shady

Mama, I'ma get this bag, that's on me

Plenty nights I cried to God, I'm prayin' on my knees

Starvin' for a M, fill my plate, I need to eat

I'm bout this money stickin' to the green like a cleat, yuh

If you close to me, know that we never fallin' off

The homie Gene don't take no shit, cause he from the North

Me and E, that's my day one, we was runnin' off

That boy Cam done had a plan, he been takin' off

Got a classy woman, but you know that she a hoe for me

She said I can't leave her, I can't ever leave her lonely

I don't trust nobody, till they find a way to show me

Fuck around and die for me

I'm tryna make it out this shit, cause I'm tryna die rich

I'm ridin' for my bruddas, I don't talk or see a snitch

Curly hair with booty, that's the type of chick I'm tryna hit

Real shit, stretch marks, I don't need no counterfeit

Ooh, I'm gettin' to this paper, baby

Stay in my lane and run it up, been what I'm thinkin' lately

I keep one in the chamber, just in case they actin' crazy

I don't trust a soul when the sun down, cause everywhere be shady