Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fly Rich, artist - Rich Gang. Album song Rich Gang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Fly Rich |
| We gon' get to it, nigga |
| By any means necessary |
| We were born like this |
| I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out |
| I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm |
| Black Double-R, back the fuck off |
| Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft |
| Wet pussy turn me on, money keep me hard |
| King shit, Versace tiles, I ain’t dryin' off |
| Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldn’t walk on |
| Jesus walked on water, so I’mma walk on charters |
| Private jets, baguettes, only fuck with ballers |
| All this, half a mill, first week of August |
| I ain’t even doin' shows, I’m just workin' on the album |
| Forty for the feature, I just payed my mama’s Visa |
| You in the club breathin', neck to neck, you niggas Beavis |
| She give me butt, head — get brain like a genius |
| I got that dope shit, the 80s chrome Alpinas |
| White Beamer — my son gon' inherit this flow |
| You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole |
| I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out |
| I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Young nigga, we Rich Gang |
| Came up from that rich game |
| Picture me rollin' down… |
| Black Double-R with your bitch, mane |
| With that top off and that drop head |
| Pull up on ‘em, they drop dead |
| Niggas talkin' that bird shit |
| When them birds came, they was not dead |
| And I was out there with that work |
| From the 15th to the 1st |
| My clique mean and they merk |
| We’ll let them clips squeeze like dirt |
| When it come to them dollars, nigga, why bother? |
| These niggas don’t want no problems |
| ‘Cause I’ll kill all y’all dead, put a price on your head |
| Get your brain, I doubt it |
| I be on that fly shit — M-O-B that mob shit |
| Boy, I’m talkin' G5 shit |
| Fifty racks for that ride, shit |
| That ain’t yours, that’s my bitch |
| You clocked out and I signed in |
| We young niggas, we grindin' |
| We shinin' like diamonds |
| I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out |
| I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Make them pop ten bottles like, «give me ten more» |
| I’m in the club passin' weed to the bitches, like «hit this shit» |
| Your stupid ass outside talkin' ‘bout «get me in!» |
| Should’ve known I was a fool, when I moved |
| When I pulled up in that Bentley |
| Told y’all I was gangster, still somethin' like a pimp |
| Don’t say I didn’t — million-dollar flow |
| Got a lot of dough, brand new clothes |
| VIP for niggas like me |
| Wish a motherfucker would touch that rope |
| Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers |
| Thugs, goons, beasts, guerillas |
| Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas |
| Jets, cribs, condos, villas |
| Say that, then… (hold up) |
| Goddamn right, bitch I’ve been fly since way back when |
| That’s right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, there |
| Burnin' up the track like a motherfuckin' matchstick |
| You know that’s him |
| Tryna shine when you come around stars like us |
| They do look dim |
| Ain’t got your game tight, ain’t got your swag up |
| Shame on them |
| Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big |
| Nigga, go to the gym |
| For the love of my clique, we up in this bitch |
| So sorry that your girl’s suckin' my dick |
| Throwin' money in the air like I’m sick of this shit |
| I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |
| I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out |
| I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out |
| Fuck what y’all talkin' about |