Lyrics




Word on the street
Yeah
Woah
Gotta get this money
Don't talk that shit, ayy
Rich steak
Don't talk that shit
I gotta get this money
Don't talk that shit, ayy
Woah
Don't talk that shit
I gotta get this money
Don't talk that shit, ayy
Yeah
These niggas broke, I swear they pockets need to get fixed
Just like a pimp, I came up selling that white bitch
Got that dog flipping, yeah, no tricks
Keep your two cents, you don't know shit
I was born broke, I'ma die rich
Would they miss me if I leave? Feeling like Mitch
Keep quiet, you can hear the snake bitch hiss
Yellow diamonds in my chain look like froze piss
Bitch, I don't need a tissue, but I'm the shit
Like a person in the street, I'll get you hit
Fresh nigga, I be fresher than a peppermint
Hot nigga, can't touch me, need a oven mitt
They say Ant be snapping on some other shit
You can have that ho, I got another bitch
Rollie on, AP on my other wrist
Chances make champs, so I took risks
Chances make champs, so I took rich steak
I took rich steak, I took rich steak
Chances make champs, so I took rich steak
I took rich steak, I took rich steak
Nigga, I'ma get this money
Nigga, I'ma get this money
Bitch, I gotta get this money
You know I gotta get this money



Writer(s): Michael Cosgrove, Dryden Mitchell, Tye Zamora, Johnny Karkazis, Terry Corso Copyright: Reservoir Media Music, Pantelones De Karate



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