"Rich As Hell" lyrics
And I made this motherfuckin' beat
'Nado Kid, um
Let's go
('Nado Kid) Gang
Gang
Sorry, I beg your pardon
Start at the part where you thought I needed you (Mhm)
Love is war
I got the scars, so you could see the proof (Mhm)
I don't know what they told you, but I'll show if you need me to (Mhm)
I'ma kill every nigga cross me regardless of what would Jesus do (Mhm)
Let's go
But, we rich as hell (Hell)
And we got bricks for sale (Sale)
Oh, you got a problem? No problem
I'll up the stick and blam (Blam, blam)
We way in Carolina, this shit different here (Here)
I still walk with my chopstick, I don't even know the people here (Let's go, let's go)
Thousand dollar shades (Check)
Who that is in that Maybach?
Who would've knew that we'd be rich as hell?
Not even me, shit (Who would've knew?)
I ran my dreams down, I ain't even chase them shits
Somebody better tell this ho who I am
I don't pay for sex (Let's go, let's go)
We rich as hell (Hell)
And we got bricks for sale (Bricks for sale)
Oh, you got a problem? (Problem)
No problem
I'll up the stick and blam (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Oh, you sent from hell? (Hell)
Obviously they ain't get the mail (Mail)
Play say the pack short, I told him obviously he should get the scale (I told him pop it)
Louis V shades
Thousand dollars
I be dressin'
Thousand dollars
Spin, you came a long way from the motherfuckin' projects
Where we goin'? Long-long way from home, Carolina
What in the hell we doin'? (Yeah)
Lookin' for somethin', I can't find it (Yeah)
We rich as hell
And we got bricks for sale (Yeah)
Somebody better tell 'em, this a Maybach and this bitch V12 (Yeah, yeah)
Say you sent from hell? (Yeah)
Obviously they didn't get the mail (Obviously, yeah)
Play say the pack short (Yeah), I told him obviously he should get a scale (Yeah, pop it)
LV shades
Thousand dollars (We at Carolina, right now)
I be dressin'
Thousand dollars
Spin, you came a long way from the motherfuckin' projects (You heard me? Me and my niggas feel like we got two fuckin' [?])
Where the hell you goin'?
Long-long way from home, Carolina (I made this)
What in the hell you doin'?
Lookin' for somethin' and I can't find it (Fuck ARP)
We rich as hell
And we got bricks for sale
Somebody better tell 'em this a Maybach and this bitch V12 (You know?)
Somebody better tell 'em, I don't pay for sex and this shit too- (I got them young boys [?] murder for hire)
Somebody better tell 'em, I don't even pay for sex
'Nado Kid, um
Let's go
('Nado Kid) Gang
Gang
Sorry, I beg your pardon
Start at the part where you thought I needed you (Mhm)
Love is war
I got the scars, so you could see the proof (Mhm)
I don't know what they told you, but I'll show if you need me to (Mhm)
I'ma kill every nigga cross me regardless of what would Jesus do (Mhm)
Let's go
But, we rich as hell (Hell)
And we got bricks for sale (Sale)
Oh, you got a problem? No problem
I'll up the stick and blam (Blam, blam)
We way in Carolina, this shit different here (Here)
I still walk with my chopstick, I don't even know the people here (Let's go, let's go)
Thousand dollar shades (Check)
Who that is in that Maybach?
Who would've knew that we'd be rich as hell?
Not even me, shit (Who would've knew?)
I ran my dreams down, I ain't even chase them shits
Somebody better tell this ho who I am
I don't pay for sex (Let's go, let's go)
We rich as hell (Hell)
And we got bricks for sale (Bricks for sale)
Oh, you got a problem? (Problem)
No problem
I'll up the stick and blam (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Oh, you sent from hell? (Hell)
Obviously they ain't get the mail (Mail)
Play say the pack short, I told him obviously he should get the scale (I told him pop it)
Louis V shades
Thousand dollars
I be dressin'
Thousand dollars
Spin, you came a long way from the motherfuckin' projects
Where we goin'? Long-long way from home, Carolina
What in the hell we doin'? (Yeah)
Lookin' for somethin', I can't find it (Yeah)
We rich as hell
And we got bricks for sale (Yeah)
Somebody better tell 'em, this a Maybach and this bitch V12 (Yeah, yeah)
Say you sent from hell? (Yeah)
Obviously they didn't get the mail (Obviously, yeah)
Play say the pack short (Yeah), I told him obviously he should get a scale (Yeah, pop it)
LV shades
Thousand dollars (We at Carolina, right now)
I be dressin'
Thousand dollars
Spin, you came a long way from the motherfuckin' projects (You heard me? Me and my niggas feel like we got two fuckin' [?])
Where the hell you goin'?
Long-long way from home, Carolina (I made this)
What in the hell you doin'?
Lookin' for somethin' and I can't find it (Fuck ARP)
We rich as hell
And we got bricks for sale
Somebody better tell 'em this a Maybach and this bitch V12 (You know?)
Somebody better tell 'em, I don't pay for sex and this shit too- (I got them young boys [?] murder for hire)
Somebody better tell 'em, I don't even pay for sex
