Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rich Forever, artist - KB. Album song Tomorrow We Live, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.04.2015
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Rich Forever |
| Last year man I made more money than I ever made in my life |
| Granted, it wasn’t really that much cause we never had much |
| Just enough was enough for the guys |
| Jump in the truck, take a ride |
| And I went a bought a crib with my bride |
| It was a crib without a baby in it Me and KB-J in the back y’all when I get back |
| Then we back to the back car, when I’m back to the start |
| Hold up, I remember |
| That empty fridge apartment with no power in it Still to God we will turn, power steering |
| Your money’s too cheap to fund my joy |
| We had that work you can’t employ |
| I roll in We had that work you can’t employ |
| We roll in We had that work |
| Boy we got treasure, we’ll be rich forever |
| Look they can have it all |
| Let that money fall |
| But when it’s all said and done |
| We’ll still be countin' (we still be countin') |
| We’ll still be countin' (we still be countin') |
| We rollin' in it Roll in, roll in All my dawgs they go in We rollin', we rollin' |
| All my dawgs they go in We rollin', we rollin' |
| All my dawgs they go in We rollin' in it But still we can’t |
| We rollin' in it Aye, I know a girl down on Wall Street, climbin' to the top |
| She said Christ came and broke her |
| You know he a beast with the stocks |
| When you still makin' knots and you’re not gonna flaunt |
| How they not gonna not? |
| But she don’t care about what they’re about, she coulda got a yacht |
| But she stay giving her money to the mission on the block |
| Now that’s amazing! |
| Gave His light so we gave up ours, daylight savings |
| (Silver and gold) |
| It’s good so we tried to make it Since our treasure’s in heaven we cheerfully gave it No envy, that’s Vegas |
| Content G with our savings |
| We got everything in our Savior |
| And that New Earth is waiting |
| We just children raisin' our babies |
| Tryna win the city, Chicago |
| Better get what I’m on You are not what you bring home |
| Be rich in good works cause that’s what you bring home |
| In the face of heaven’s gates |
| Mr. Gate’s estates debase and break the paper plates |
| I’m down, tell ya 'bout this |
| 'Til we got a bigger house but the same sized coffin |
| People at the top feeling like they at the bottom |
| And that’s probably why the rich are more likely suicidal |
| Silver and gold’s too low for the soul |
| They want a Jesus piece when he died for the whole |
| What is this love and mercy, grace, forgiveness? |
| We’ll be in eternity still countin' our riches |