Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FYBR (First Year Being Rich), artist - A$AP Mob. Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FYBR (First Year Being Rich) |
| First year being rich, I’m 'bout to cop a house on Riverside |
| Checkin' off my list, I buy a boat, I put your crib inside |
| Mental need a fix, I’m feeling broken since my nigga died |
| Multiply my chips, I’m losing count, it’s hard to memorize |
| Boost the economy, dollar for dollar, I gotta be |
| Lit up my neck, hit the lottery |
| Did it for Prodigy, wilding in Prada oh while I be |
| Worth in my mind and my prophecy |
| Coppin these properties, came with a bank and monopoly |
| Just bought estate in the colony |
| Bankin' a shot off the balcony, Mob with the Infantry |
| Rich what I gotta be, nigga |
| Movin' stories and walkin' through the clouded room |
| Not the first time being rich, not the first time seeing shit |
| Made a promise I ain’t going back to bein' broke |
| First year being rich, went and copped me a brick (Brick, brick, brick!) |
| Niggas hittin' bricks, then they shittin' bricks |
| Fuck your hit and miss, niggas missing hits |
| Illegitimate at hitting licks |
| Gold neck full of hidden gems, in the gym, like I’m gettin' ripped |
| My rhetoric, nigga, let it drip, a half a billion by 36 |
| Top of the year was broke (Cash out) |
| Done been had lint in my pocket (Uh) |
| Now I’m plugged like a socket (Huh), bankrolls in my pocket (Cash out) |
| Paypal was on zero, now I’m counting more zeros |
| Bank account lookin' like Cheerios (Huh) |
| With a Mob-like Robert De Niro (Baow) |
| Had to learn 'bout grind and patience |
| Took my moms on a trip to Jamaica |
| I thought I wasn’t gon' make it (Huh), I was so impatient (Ayy) |
| Stressed out, my head was aching (Ayy), now my palms be itchin' |
| Now these bitches trippin', now my bank be drippin' |
| Last year I was broke, I ain’t goin' back to shit (Yeah) |
| This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Right) |
| Niggas give me dap and these hoes gon' show me love (Yeah) |
| I remember what it was, I remember what it was (Alright) |
| This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Yeah) |
| This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Right) |
| This my first year being rich (Right), this my first year being rich (Right) |
| This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich, okay (Coo-coo, |
| yeah) |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| She want to rock with the man |
| She want to hop in the Lamb', rock with the band |
| She wanna rock with the gang (Rock with the gang) |
| Ooh, pop a lil' band |
| Ooh, I got mo' bands than yo' man (I got mo' bands than yo' man) |
| Started from pots and pans to all of these fans |
| And all these hoes in my pants, ooh, ooh (All of these, all of these, |
| all of these) |
| I walk in that bih', I don’t dance, ooh |
| She drippin', lil' bitch, she don’t dance, ooh (Yeah) |
| Holdin' my dick with no hands, ooh Right |
| She coolin' me off with no fan, ooh |
| Free my lil' guy in the jam, ooh (Alright) |
| I keep a drum like a band, ooh |
| We robbin these niggas, no change, ooh (Coo-coo, yeah) |
| Then I take that to the floor, ooh |
| I’m already rich but I feel like I’m broke (Alright) |
| Huh, nigga, you know (Yeah) |
| If I go broke, I’ma cop me a O (Alright) |
| Yeah, buyin' my uncle a stove |
| Whippin', whippin', whippin' real hard (Right) |
| Teenage whippin' like he Betty Crocker (Right) |
| She eat the dick up, she the headdie mobster (Right) |
| When the strippers on me, throw confetti dollars (That's right) |
| When I touch a billion, that’s when I’m rich |
| Stackin' my money, you not with the shits (Yeah) |
| Hundred on the Rollie and my mom got the crib |
| They callin' me Tookie, Ice bluer than a Crip (Alright) |
| Put the hammer in the Benz cause I’m too legit to quit (Yeah) |
| Addy caught me chillin' on the Audi with a bitch |
| Call me Niggarace, each finger, it glists |
| You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this, blaow! |