Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Rich, artist - Los.
Date of issue: 30.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Rich |
Ayy |
(Ooh, Sav killed it) |
Nigga |
Ayy |
Pussy-ass niggas, ain’t got no love for 'em (Ayy) |
Ayy, I couldn’t quit if I tried |
I’m still puttin' plays down, cuz sittin' outside |
Nigga thinkin' it’s rap, I’m like fuck it, that’s cool |
I’m like where was niggas at when we had slabs in the booth? |
Now it’s five thou for a verse, I’m like pay me in cash |
Late nights cookin' up, cut a baby in half |
I’ll drop my nuts on a ho, kick the bitch to the curb |
I can pay for that pussy 'cause I get paid for my words |
Said the price triple up, lil' two-hour drive |
I sell 'em whole pills, but they crushin' 'em down |
I done made it without trappin', got my mama so proud |
We started from the bottom, now we fuck with VLIVE |
That nigga ain’t got no cake in the club |
I ain’t playin' with the opps, got a K in the club |
You a pussy-ass nigga, I ain’t fakin' no love |
I just slit your nigga wrists, see the hate in his blood |
We run through like a pint in a day |
She told you I ain’t fuck her, then she lied to your face |
I made a hundred thousand with Ray |
You the type of nigga happy, hundred dollars a day |
I could drink a hundred pops in a day |
Spray the whip with thirty shots, he got shot in the face |
Used to ride around with Vezz with some rocks and an eighth |
Now we ridin' 'round in Wraiths with a Glock and a K |
Los took me to the Daisy, it got crazy |
Seen 'em sell a white boy a tenth of fentanyl for eighty |
I’m on Fenton road cuttin' a brick up in the basement |
Got the pistol on me, leave a nigga cold on the pavement |
You wanna book me for a show? |
You gotta pay me |
But that don’t mean I gotta go, you gotta make me |
It ain’t 'bout what you bringin' in, you gotta save it |
Veeze left his pop in here, I’m 'bout to taste it |
Take a nigga Cuban off his neck, walk away like, «Thank you» |
Ten racks, I blew that at the set wearin' Palm Angels |
I got some boy jumpin' off the chain, I can’t tame it, need a dog trainer |
Shit dark as hell like an African, the soft Caucasian |
Three 'bows of real pink Runtz, I broke it down in all eighthies |
We them niggas who got nigga rich from servin' all races |
We been ballin' just like Michael Vick, dodgin' dog cases |
Wock', red, green, I got all flavors |
Cut a nigga with this brand new .223, it give bald tapers |
I got some strong dog, tryna see if fentanyl take it |