Die Rich Lyrics

I got to die rich, and if I don't, look

Come back to life and kill myself if I don't die rich

I'm worried about this pape, boy you doing me a favor, you fuck my bitch

I ain't get no play when I was broke, now I got this rich nigga dick and all the hoes

wanna try this

I don't go outside unless the outcome is income, tell this bitch she'll get a ring whenever

Chris Paul get one

All these niggas uppin pole on they story, throwing G's up but niggas ain't

Never go outside and try to hit none

Where I'm from you think the beef is dragging, that's when niggas leave you toothless

My city, really ruthless, remember it was really ramen noodles, now it's really Ruth

Chris

Looking how shit used to be, feels weird that I really do this

Remember when I touched that Glock, like damn, I can really shoot this

Every song I make, harder than the last, my nigga, I should really shoot this

Y'all don't even know me, but everybody hates Chris, but it's crazy cause you never knew

Chris

It's the same with Jaden , but now Lipsey, finna make it and that's making you pissed

If I'm not in y'all top ten, you should make a new list

They keep praying I fall off, you should make a new wish

I don't talk shit, just up a rack and be quiet, nigga that's my new kit

Bad bitch from New York, she said Lipsey you got mad cash

She brown skin, hair long with the fat ass

I don't fuck with hoes, but this shit, man I can't pass

I think that's the same bitch from J. Cole math class, an every shooter that I got green

Talk to her, you get wet up in your sleep, now that's a wet dream

You said you the hardest young nigga, you ain't met me, shit get dark, boy I'll crack

y'all ass open like a Pepsi

All the hoes wanna be friends with me, cause a nigga limelit

First I let her choke on it, then I go and get behind her like the Heimlich

All I do is save money and make money, only transactions that I have is fucking time spent

Don't tie me to a soul except the bank teller, that's my bitch

Don't put no flowers on my grave unless a nigga die rich

You talk too much and the boys heard you, you a dry snitch

Wake up and put myself back to sleep if I don't

Come back to life and kill myself if I don't die rich

I'm worried about this pape, boy you doing me a favor, you fucked my bitch

I ain't get no play when I was broke, now I got this rich nigga dick and all the hoes

wanna try this

I don't go outside unless the outcome is income, told this bitch she'll get a ring whenever

Chris Paul get one

All these niggas uppin pole on they story, throwing G's up and niggas ain't never go

outside and try to hit none