Make Me Rich lyrics

by

CEO Trayle


[Intro]
(Stribb on the beat)
I told baby to make me rich
I told lil' baby to make me rich
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich
Yeah

[Verse]
I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
Three n*ggas ran in my spot, but ain't taking sh*t, yeah
You know they walked out with a body, but seven shots hit
I was spankin' 'em, belt got hit
Baby Cheese was the first young n*gga I saw go Chanaynay
Get a check and I cash out, Nae Nae
For my nieces and nephews and DJ
Driver switchin' the lanes on the E-way
We gon' really play ball when we play
Don't forget 'bout my balls, lil' baby
Off them Perky withdrawals, he cray-cray
In that Maybach, I hog the expressway
My right hand itchin', left hand was itchin' some more
Rubbed 'em right on my pockets, 'cause you know some money was comin', I needed some more
I remember back when I was poor
Had to find me a way through that door
Auto-slam on the Maybach doors
He didn't cry, he came back with force
Kicked the door in
Let me get on this b*tch, I'ma go in
At the door, I'ma let all the bros in
Wrote Yak Gotti a letter, I told him
That I love him, I missed him, I'm posted
All the sh*t that I do, I don't post it
Walk away from this b*tch 'fore I'm ghosted
'Cause I'm not too good with my emotions
I want top nonchalant with no focus
I'm just tryna get me some money and sh*t, but baby for sure can come with me
I ran out of bullets, the switch had hit, I took out the thirty, put fifty, ayy
I brought myself back, used to work out and sh*t, get my body right, feelin' like 50
Man, I'm pickin' up b*tches and breakin' they backs, that's why they be outside tryna get me
I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
Mr. Backdoor, I had sent that blitz
This sh*t a contact sport, everybody hit
We was runnin' into everybody sh*t
Pew-pew, you can't tell nobody sh*t
Smoke and it better not be 'bout a b*tch
Took a brick, bust it, put it on my wrist
Took a Cartier and put it on my b*tch
Took a bad b*tch, put her on my di*k
Took some diamonds and put 'em on my face
She a Tootsie Pop, just a couple licks
When her pus*y pop, she be doin' tricks
She can lick the tip, she can take the di*k
I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
Now she be askin' me 'bout my location and sh*t
I'm workin', she think I be fakin' and sh*t
In back in probation, I'm fakin' the p*ss
They askin' me questions, I'm pleading the Fifth
I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
I told lil' baby to make me rich, yeah
Make me rich, make me rich, make me rich, yeah
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