Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riches from Rags , by - Lil Wop. Release date: 24.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Riches from Rags |
| Ayy, jump in the whip and I go |
| Smoke me a ounce, sit back and I think 'bout them days |
| I think 'bout them days I was broke |
| Don’t give a fuck, let a nigga play with my paper |
| I’m hanging his ass by a rope |
| Fresh as a bitch, you already know how I get |
| I pop out, I’m cleaner than soap |
| I’m giving them hope, ayy |
| I bet they gon' think this shit wrote |
| This gas that I’m smoking, this shit make you float |
| I pass you this blunt, you gon' hit it and choke |
| My bitch is like coke, she came straight off the boat |
| These Off-White lows, they came straight out the store |
| They don’t let me in then I’m kicking the door |
| I mad my own lane, fuck switching a flow |
| Ayy, where th rackaids at? |
| Point it |
| Young nigga grinding, a young nigga hustle, we up 'til like four in the morning |
| Putting in work, I do it with ease, young nigga, I’m constantly growing |
| I know I’m a key and I know I was destined, this shit, it keep constantly |
| showing |
| If it ain’t 'bout money, then it ain’t making me mad |
| I hopped out my feelings, I hopped out my bag, young nigga, I’m chasing that |
| cash |
| I came up from shit, could never forget, I’m tryna go to riches from rags |
| My car, it go fast, went back to the future, I don’t give a fuck 'bout the past |
| I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags |
| I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags |
| I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags |
| I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags, ayy |
| New whip got extensions |
| And the whip got some suspensions |
| I think my lifestyle expensive |
| That money dirty, I rinse it |
| Brown Christians Lous, the bottom got blood, they looking like somebody dressed |
| 'em |
| Don’t wanna talk it ain’t 'bout no guap, plus I got these drugs in my system |
| Don’t talk, I just sit back and listen |
| I can say truly I’m gifted |
| I know that this fair 'cause I picked it |
| All these dead faces, this shit getting sickening |
| Put them racks in a duffle and zip it |
| I mind my business, I’m sipping on Lipton |
| Ain’t had no options, was jumping them fences |
| I’m seeing all these dead faces, I’m tripping |