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get that scrill - rich the factor lyrics

(rich the factor)
if you ain’t talking scrilla then it really ain’t important
i’m smokin on some green cracc straight from portland
walked out the courthouse straight from court
been drivin on suspended license
hopped straight in my porsche and
bangin them gears like fucc the judges
im’ma show these mothaf*ckers real meanin of thuggin!
hundred raccs on rims flyin up the avenue
i know you know how i’m feelin if you havin loot!
stopped by the land i need some fitted hats
blow ten at the mall cause imma get it bacc
a homemade millionaire from the ghetto and
you can hear the engine roar when i step on the petal
you can hear my b*tches heels when she walk in stilettos’
you gone get h*lla dizzy if you watching bezel (what is it?)
d.atlantis timepiece half a man on the wrist
thats fifty thou for you slow n*ggas in the mix (slow n*ggas)

(im’ma get that scrill
im’ma get that scrill
got get that
im’ma get that scrill i i i
im’ma get that scrill
im’ma get that scrill
im’ma get that scrill i i i * interlude)
(rich the factor)
they jello of me cause i’m the chosen one
i walk up in the meeting wit the frozen arm
mfr goin around in my bracelet
if you buildin you a mob better have you some patience
cause all money ain’t good everybody ain’t hood
n*gga fakin street get cha hit wit the book (yeah)
two hundred months for conspiring wit succas
its freeway rich and i’m survivin the struggle
hustle like (rick) ross mindframe bossy
got the murder squad wit me when i’m out wit the maffy
staccs on decc means maks on decc
got the 9 in my head n*ggas tearin your necc off
this vibe in my head n*gga reppin’ my set
all perrier rose’ i drink it like smirnoff
7 rubberbands in forty five minutes
on rose’ bottle for my n*ggas and b*tches (b*tches)

(im’ma get that scrill
im’ma get that scrill
got get that
im’ma get that scrill i i i
im’ma get that scrill
im’ma get that scrill (thats right, im’ma get that scrill, yeah, yup, yeah)
i i i * interlude)
(rich the factor)
my music sellin out like cracc in the store
im’ma northside crip what they mad at me for?
they really can’t believe that a real life gangsta cha
turn his life around start transferrin anger
puttin it in song mode turn it into scrilla
don’t think i just rap im’ma well known k!lla
when it comes to the gritters im’ma well*known builda
build a n*gga up from nothin’ have him out here hustlin’
(come on)
money (money) doublin
everybody lovin him
b*dogs, crips, everybody run wit him
in a way it got me kinda feelin like meech
the way the gangstas worldwide show love on the streets
(that right)
dressed in all black got rep for my brotha (bmf)
and it ain’t about the scrilla he’ll give me whatever (give me whateva) in one day he can turn you to a millionaire
but its genuine love make you billionaire
its fucced up him and t had problems
when it was all one it wasn’t no stoppin his mobbin’
miami on the late night pullin up white on white
maybach before (rick) could ever say that
bmf them some powerful letters
they say death before dishonor equal powerful chedda’
two hundred mill’ them some crazy ass accusations
this how it is when you loyal and you havin patience?

(im’ma get that scrill
im’ma get that scrill
got get that
im’ma get that scrill i i i
im’ma get that scrill
im’ma get that scrill
im’ma get that scrill *
ohhh its taboo we just biz and rich rich rich the factor
i am on one * we gettin that scrill interlude)

- rich the factor lyrics

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