Rich As Hell YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
17
D-Roc

[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin'
That's them bodies from my temper creepin' on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely (Hold up, hold up)
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell

[Verse 1]
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers (Yeah)
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale (Yeah)
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin', my niggas haulin'
Niggas be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'
I do this often, fuck it, I off 'em
Know that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em
Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off 'em
All this smoke, it got me coughin'
MACs-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it (With it, hmm)
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan' play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it