Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rich Forever, artist - Rick Ross.
Date of issue: 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 |