"Rich And Dangerous" lyrics
(Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)
(Get that bag, Getro)
Uh, dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills
Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years
I hope Fred know I miss him, but he never call me
Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes
Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them devils on me
All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin'
Lambo' tires, they grip the street, them bitches hug the corner
Rich-ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em
I see diamonds in your eye every time that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?"
All that money couldn't save me, they make me mad enough, then I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck
Rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Shorty can't leave, she stalkin'
Can't give up, I'm ballin'
Whoever hang with him, we get him, we don't have a target
I been in LA, but dog, the trenches where my heart at
These niggas ain't felt no pain, these niggas just play hurt like a car wreck
At night, I pray to God that he protect me from that cold cell
Remember I was posted on the wall just like a doorbell
Everything change, remember Duke was standin' right here
Pistol in my hand, it take too long to get to my hip
Dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills
Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years
I hope Fred know I miss him, but he never call me
Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes
Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them devils on me
All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin'
Lambo' tires, they grip the street, them bitches hug the corner
Rich-ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em
I see diamonds in your eye every time that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?"
All that money couldn't save me, they make me mad enough, then I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck
Rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and—
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)
(Get that bag, Getro)
Uh, dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills
Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years
I hope Fred know I miss him, but he never call me
Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes
Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them devils on me
All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin'
Lambo' tires, they grip the street, them bitches hug the corner
Rich-ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em
I see diamonds in your eye every time that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?"
All that money couldn't save me, they make me mad enough, then I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck
Rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Shorty can't leave, she stalkin'
Can't give up, I'm ballin'
Whoever hang with him, we get him, we don't have a target
I been in LA, but dog, the trenches where my heart at
These niggas ain't felt no pain, these niggas just play hurt like a car wreck
At night, I pray to God that he protect me from that cold cell
Remember I was posted on the wall just like a doorbell
Everything change, remember Duke was standin' right here
Pistol in my hand, it take too long to get to my hip
Dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills
Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years
I hope Fred know I miss him, but he never call me
Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes
Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them devils on me
All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin'
Lambo' tires, they grip the street, them bitches hug the corner
Rich-ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em
I see diamonds in your eye every time that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?"
All that money couldn't save me, they make me mad enough, then I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck
Rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous
Yeah, yeah, rich and—
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)
Writer(s): Kobe V. Crawford, Peter Gogola, Damn Dior
