Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rich Forever , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rich Forever |
| Regardless of how it goes down |
| Life goes on |
| Am I right? |
| On the way we shed some tears |
| Every day we sacrifice |
| So we can be standing here |
| Oh what a hell of a life |
| Been winning so many years |
| And the future is bright |
| Now it’s very clear |
| That we gon' be rich forever |
| And ever, and ever |
| We gon' be rich forever |
| We gon' be rich forever |
| And ever, and ever |
| I remember being blind to it |
| 'Til the day I put my mind to it |
| Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it |
| I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it |
| Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it? |
| Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent |
| Every day I’m hustlin' on every corner boomin' |
| Back of the phantom couldn’t fathom I was such a student |
| Grandfather deal for the godfather |
| Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God’s orders |
| And he told me I was rich forever |
| And he showed me I was rich forever |
| They call me Mr. Roberts when I’m in the bank |
| Digits like the Dodgers when it come to franks |
| Flossin' out in Compton like I got a cape |
| RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely niggas fade |
| White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at |
| Count a million cash, can you blog that? |
| Me and my ni*gas your type never exchange numbers |
| Want to conversate and steal game from us |
| See the watch, now you want to know the name of it |
| Never playin' so I went and got the frame flooded |
| Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen |
| Your shit pushed back cause it ain’t buzzin' |
| Now these thugs actors all of a sudden |
| Niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden |
| Can’t talk snow, where the soft at |
| Your man got murked, but you squashed that |
| Hope you know what we call that |
| I think you know just what we call that |
| All you p*ssy boys fall back |
| Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40 |
| Platinum twenty-one, it’s time to go and spoil shorty |
| You only live once I’m screaming YOLO in the VI |
| Time flies fast balling with my nigga T. I |
| Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence |
| Tall supermodels always fall in my possession |
| Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section |
| But I only got a thing for young b*tches with aggression |
| Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves |
| Rich forever in my D-Boy ways |
| Sold dope, blue jeans, new J’s |
| Sold dope by any means all day |
| Been winning so many years |
| And the future is bright |
| Now it’s very clear |
| That we gon' be rich forever |
| And ever, and ever |
| We gon' be rich forever |
| 100 mil ain’t enough |
| Got 100 women, gotta deal with it, love |
| Worth 40m's is he still dealing drugs |
| Cigarettes, speedboats, but he’s still with the thugs |
| Club Liv, Louis shots on a Sunday |
| Grinding, even be legit one day |
| Order some more bottles because I’m on one |
| I know her p*ssy wet, and she wanna cum |
| She wanna cum, maybe come over |
| Stop dealing with them ni*gas you need one soldier |
| Keep you as my b*tch forever |
| Cause you know a ni*ga rich forever |
| Been winning so many years |
| And the future is bright |
| Now it’s very clear |
| That we gon' be rich forever |
| And ever, and ever |
| We gon' be rich forever |