About To Be Rich lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, let me talk my sh*t real quick
'Cause these n*ggas sleep like they on NyQuil and sh*t
Time to wake these n*ggas up
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
(Ace Bankz on the track)

[Chorus]
They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spaz on em
Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on em
He a dummy telling n*ggas, he got cash on em
Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on em
They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em
I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em
Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em
Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em
I'm about to be rich
Counted me out, now they all interested
Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you sh*t
I'ma answer and tell you "Suck a di*k"
Plus "Yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a b*tch"
It's 2020, baby, time to get lit
This for when there was no food in my fridge
Back then, b*tches did not f*ck with the kid
Now all of my options is unlimited

[Verse]
Hen in my cup, smoking on twinny twin
Almost gave up, came back like Marshawn Lynch
Straight from the mud, I came up from the trench
Rather make money, don’t wanna make friends
Father, forgive me for all of my sins
They want me to lose. but b*tch I’m gonna win
They act like they perfect, but they all pretend
Anyways, I'ma do me
I be paranoid, so I keep the pole
You might catch a bullet tryna be a troll
n*ggas love to talk about what they don't know
f*ck the internet, boy, keep yo' business low
I keep getting high to keep from feeling low
Rest In Peace to Charles, they really killed my bro
I don't fall in love, just wanna let you know
Once I catch a nut, it's time for you to go
Ayy, shoutout to Dirk 'cause he raised me up from a baby at birth
It broke my heart to see him leave the earth
Once you had left, daddy, sh*t had got worse
I'm all about action, I don't exchange words
Make my b*tch walk with that gun in her purse
If they lock me up, put "Free John" on a shirt
Cause I'm on probation and I'm moving work
They don't have feathers, but my birdies chirp
I keep switching my flows
Not talking sushi, but I'm on a roll
Humble yourself, boy, stop tryna act bold
Don't say I didn't warn you when you get exposed
You rappers is weird out here selling y'all soul
I'ma praise God and still sellout a show
She ask me for money, I'm telling her "No"
Go hit the club get yo ass on the pole

[Chorus]
They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spaz on em
Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on em
He a dummy telling n*ggas, he got cash on em
Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on em
They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em
I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em
Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em
Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em
I'm about to be rich
Counted me out, now they all interested
Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you sh*t
I'ma answer and tell you "Suck a di*k"
Plus "Yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a b*tch"
It's 2020, baby, time to get lit
This for when there was no food in my fridge
Back then, b*tches did not f*ck with the kid
Now all of my options is unlimited

[Outro]
John Gabbana!