Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Road II Riches , by - YAYA. Release date: 19.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Road II Riches |
| Road to riches |
| Let it be known from the jump I never get close to bitches |
| I’m tryna touch a bag, everything I had |
| Word to my mother, exposing bitches |
| On the road tryna find my own |
| Bag on my back, yeah I call it home |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Road to riches |
| Let it be known from the jump I never get close to bitches |
| I’m tryna touch a bag, everything I had |
| Word to my mother, exposing bitches |
| On the road tryna find my own |
| Bag on my back, yeah I call it home |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| If I gotta burn som bitches then be it |
| I’m sick of bing turned down at these meetings |
| I watch boogie do it in a year |
| Busted my ass and I’m still here |
| Is it surrounded for people that’s doubting |
| That’s blocking me out and |
| Is it the gang is it the mob the niggas I be with? |
| Cause I will cut ties with all the guys and build up my defense |
| I just want u proud of me |
| That’s for niggas who doubted me |
| They couldn’t see it, they ain’t believe it now its rounds for me |
| So passing the last, I’m closing the gap to victory lap |
| Road to riches |
| Let it be known from the jump I never get close to bitches |
| I’m tryna touch a bag, everything I had |
| Word to my mother, exposing bitches |
| On the road tryna find my own |
| Bag on my back, yeah I call it home |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Road to riches |
| Let it be known from the jump I never get close to bitches |
| I’m tryna touch a bag, everything I had |
| Word to my mother, exposing bitches |
| On the road tryna find my own |
| Bag on my back, yeah I call it home |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Going up and my circle got slimmer |
| When u touch a bag u question whose witcha |
| Tote tag hoverin' over ya head |
| A small price then leaving u dead |
| Never a stranger, provokin' ya danger, before u was famous |
| Niggas be the closest smiling at you, they feelin' the hate when they dap you |
| Can’t come to terms, with how you make good off the earns |
| I’m badder than them that’s they only concern |
| Pocket watching steady watching ya change |
| If i was broke would you love me the same |
| Self-made independent young boss |
| Now we cop out no matter the cost |
| Should’ve moved with me you woulda lost |
| Either way, you still at fault |
| Road to riches |
| Let it be known from the jump I never get close to bitches |
| I’m tryna touch a bag, everything I had |
| Word to my mother, exposing bitches |
| On the road tryna find my own |
| Bag on my back, yeah I call it home |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Road to riches |
| Let it be known from the jump I never get close to bitches |
| I’m tryna touch a bag, everything I had |
| Word to my mother, exposing bitches |
| On the road tryna find my own |
| Bag on my back, yeah I call it home |
| Road to riches on a money mission |
| Road to riches on a money mission |