[Chorus]
I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
[Verse 1]
My dawg just came home from a tough bid (He did)
I’m like, “Fuck it, let’s run it up again” (Let's get it)
You ain’t cut from the same thread that they sewed me up with
Tell them niggas that jumped ship I said, “Suck dick”
Stop cappin', you know I'm with the shit
I was down, now I’m up 10
Don’t think I should win? Then catch up then
You gon' need 3 treys and a foul though (Yeah)
You gon' need 3 k’s and a vial ho
I’m in the wraith banging "Old Town Road"
My shit coming, nigga, hold tight though
I’m in flight mode (I'm in flight modе)
Fifty shades whipping that white hoe, еyes closed (Woo)
Bird Box, nigga, the birds came in boxes, nigga
You gon' need to stand on a bird back to box me, nigga
That’s the only way your punches gon' reach God
All we got is blue hundreds and Rolls Royce key fobs
And them overseas blocks, them Vlade Divacs
Bitch, I’m Rich Porter mixed with Pete Rock (Bitch, I'm Pete Rock)
King of the re-rock (Woo!)
In the kitchen so long felt like we was waiting for Detox to drop
Now that’s a long-ass time
I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich nigga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
[Verse 1]
My dawg just came home from a tough bid (He did)
I’m like, “Fuck it, let’s run it up again” (Let's get it)
You ain’t cut from the same thread that they sewed me up with
Tell them niggas that jumped ship I said, “Suck dick”
Stop cappin', you know I'm with the shit
I was down, now I’m up 10
Don’t think I should win? Then catch up then
You gon' need 3 treys and a foul though (Yeah)
You gon' need 3 k’s and a vial ho
I’m in the wraith banging "Old Town Road"
My shit coming, nigga, hold tight though
I’m in flight mode (I'm in flight modе)
Fifty shades whipping that white hoe, еyes closed (Woo)
Bird Box, nigga, the birds came in boxes, nigga
You gon' need to stand on a bird back to box me, nigga
That’s the only way your punches gon' reach God
All we got is blue hundreds and Rolls Royce key fobs
And them overseas blocks, them Vlade Divacs
Bitch, I’m Rich Porter mixed with Pete Rock (Bitch, I'm Pete Rock)
King of the re-rock (Woo!)
In the kitchen so long felt like we was waiting for Detox to drop
Now that’s a long-ass time
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