Rich n*gga (LF) lyrics

[Intro]
On the run, more out
(Ayo, E go crazy)
Ooh

[Chorus]
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb sh*t
He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin'
He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it

[Refrain]
For my rich n*ggas (Let's go), all them young n*ggas (Them youngins)
Everybody with me aimin' at them f*ck n*ggas
What you on, n*gga?
Run down, bust yo' dome, n*gga
f*ckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, n*gga (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Talkin' like he want it, and wasn't on it, it ain't my fault (Uh-uh)
He should've had his .30 in his hand soon as they popped out (Ha)
Soon as he lift his hand, they zipped his ass, left like a jack off
This for my n*ggas dyin’ behind my name, b*tch, take yo' hat off
This for them b*tches with me, I say "Clear," they get to poppin'
Ho, you could feel yourself and get your ass whooped out yo' body
Been rollin' by myself since Dump had left
b*tch, who ain't 'bout it?
Them n*ggas almost got me, I was slippin', they ain't fire it
But I do it
[Refrain]
For my rich n*ggas, all them young n*ggas (Goddamn)
Everybody with me aimin' at them f*ck n*ggas
What you on, n*gga?
Run down, bust yo' dome, n*gga
f*ckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, n*gga (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb sh*t
He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin'
He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it

[Verse 2]
Can't run, bust him
And this cutter come from Russia (Let's go)
You gon' make me flash, blatt yo' ass like, "Get the f*ck up" (Get up)
And that b*tch could be bad with a big ol' ass, still feel like, "f*ck her"
And we thuggin', built to last
This for that Nawf, b*tch, I'm gon' stand up
b*tch, make me put your mans up
b*tch, you bet' not put yo' hand up
Lil Ben gon' knock yo' face off
Off the flat, but ain't no playin' us
Ain't no words, you could've can us
For all that, it wouldn't of been none
Totin' on a big somethin'
That gonna make a n*gga stamp somethin'
But I do it
[Refrain]
For my rich n*ggas, all them young n*ggas (Let's go)
Everybody with me aimin' at them f*ck n*ggas
What you on, n*gga? (What you on?)
Run down, bust yo' dome, n*gga
f*ckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, n*gga

[Chorus]
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb sh*t
He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin'
He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it

[Outro]
Yeah, for my rich n*ggas and my young n*ggas (Northside, 38, ain't nobody safe)
Everybody with me aimin' at them f*ck n*ggas
What you on, n*gga?
Run down, bust yo' dome, n*gga
f*ckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, n*gga
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb sh*t
That line, them bullets flyin'
Bang, bang, b*tch on four, pus*y
Money cut that b*tch, don't throw it to me
Don't rip, I'm weak