Songtexte Foreign - xtsy*

(I'm tryna get rich)
I'm tryna get rich
I'm tryna get rich
Brand new fit, cartier frames
I hit up the knat she tryna get tamed
The cops and the robbers juggin' up lames
Tried to hop in the whip and we pullin' him out
Duck in the party we airin it out
Runnin his trap put the bleach in his mouth
Aimin the beam from the north to the south
Uh, n*gga
I don't be coppin no features, n*gga
I don't need help from no n*ggas
Ex is a fan, stay in the bleachers
He caught the beats lookin like emmit til
Examine the wounds n*gga not finna heal
Aim at the feet turn around shoot the heel
Waving the flag n*gga king of the hill
I got a couple snitches in the er
I put extensions n*gga in the AR
Beat in the stu n*gga won't get off one bar
He want a feature n*gga cause i'm 2 hard
Spin like a beyblade n*gga
Said i made that n*gga
We gon slide down on him with a maybach n*gga
3 k's to my name said i hate them n*ggas
White hood, black shiesty i'm racist n*gga
Damn, tape that n*gga
See the h*e, told her take that n*gga
Took the glock out the oven with hollows
Set the timer im bakin that n*gga
She feel the fit
Ima make her rich
Feelin like a crip
Cause i hate the blood
Hollup, nevermind
Ima get the stick
Put it to her mind
Yuh, n*gga
I'm tryna get rich
I'm tryna get rich
I'm tryna get rich
Sh*t, yea
I'm tryna get rich, n*gga
I'm tryna get rich
Yuh, i walk around murdering n*ggas on they on beat
Cause i'm bored in the crib
Go get a job lil nigga i got one
Walk in the party and yell out we got one
N*ggas is pillies for real finna pop one
He think he too rare n*gga you not one
You get to ratting come outta' the station
Got a shooter for real and he waiting
Better pray to Allah, you ain't lackin
If he is then we makin him past tense
(Shi, Yuh)