rich nigga - gmo stax lyrics
[intro]
young gmo (mia jay c)
(i hear you, jay c)
[chorus]
rich n*gga, give a f*ck about a b*tch or her feelings
i ain’t goin’ to sleep no time soon, i ain’t got a million
had to learn how to stack it up, i used to get it, spend it
get the money, stay lowkey, i don’t want attention
blue check, hoes in my dm, i don’t wanna hit ’em
you gon’ find your favorite rapper dead if i catch him dissin’
you ain’t solid, get you in that room, you gon’ tell on n*ggas
dead opps with the baccarat, she say i smell different
[verse]
hundred thousand for one cuban, can’t no n*gga f*ck with me
say we locked in, sh*t forever, then i’m stuck with you
i can’t get compared to these n*ggas ’cause we cut different
i give my last hundred to my n*gga ’cause my love different
ayy, call home, say, “what we on?” i said, “f*ck n*ggas”
before i call home, stay four more years and we back trippin’
n*ggas scared to come around on pics, they say we bad business
lost my n*gga at a young age, b*tch, we fast livin’
still the same young wild n*gga, just our cash difference
made a promise, told cah that he gon’ touch a bag with me
it ain’t ’bout who came first in the game, it’s ’bout who last in it
same n*ggas who be out to get you the ones laughin’ with you
blunt in my hand, i know a couple n*ggas died with it
hottest in my city, n*ggas scared to come outside with us
‘fore i let ’em take me out, a couple n*ggas dyin’ with me
why you think we finna shine if you ain’t go and slide with us?
sh*t real, we even gotta take it out of town with us
shot so many people, i don’t like to be around n*ggas
touch down, treat a n*gga city like it’s my city
got it out the mud, on my own, i’m a made n*gga
[chorus]
rich n*gga, give a f*ck about a b*tch or her feelings
i ain’t goin’ to sleep no time soon, i ain’t got a million
had to learn how to stack it up, i used to get it, spend it
get the money, stay lowkey, i don’t want attention
blue check, hoes in my dm, i don’t wanna hit ’em
you gon’ find your favorite rapper dead if i catch him dissin’
you ain’t solid, get you in that room, you gon’ tell on n*ggas
dead opps with the baccarat, she say i smell different
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