"GetRichOrDieTrying" lyrics

Ay, tell me where the fuck were you when we had to do what we had to
Weapon tucked, fuck around with us it's a bad move
Bad dude bringing nothing but bad news
Your name on a shirt and the date on the back too
But when it fades ain't gon' remember you at all
My legacy too involved, my body never dissolve
That money come through the phone, forever I'm on call
'Til my veins run dry and the blood in me all gone
Another bottle of Dawn, your mom get Teflon
Going long, I'll plant bombs if you do BONES wrong
Murderin' ain't a habit, it's a part of me
Red light your life, stop before you even start with me

I get it, motherfucker, you hard, bitch okay
Chilling with the murder just one call away
I get it, motherfucker, you pay, bitch okay
Money won't help six feet in the grave
I get it, motherfucker, you hard, bitch okay
Chilling with the murder just one call away
I get it, motherfucker, you pay, bitch okay
Money won't help six feet in the grave

My lifestyle is right now, baby fuck the future
Living so fast, keep up or I'ma lose ya'
The world tune in whenever BONES get to crooning
The past dope I'm open like a money tumor
Probably out in Zuma, feet in the sand
Watch the waves roll in with a blunt in my hand
Try to tell you pussies twice, I swear that you never listen
Better get with it or get passed like a mission
Four, five cups, now my whole body glitching
Norman Paul had the tow one on my bitches
I set the curfew, I make your bedtime
Hush little baby, switchblade by my bedside

I get it, motherfucker, you hard, bitch okay
Chilling with the murder just one call away
I get it, motherfucker, you pay, bitch okay
Money won't help six feet in the grave
I get it, motherfucker, you hard, bitch okay
Chilling with the murder just one call away
I get it, motherfucker, you pay, bitch okay
Money won't help six feet in the grave