Wanna Be Rich

Lyrics

[Intro] Yes One time for your mind, one time for your mind Let's get this cheddar, baby Regulate upstate, son I want the Lex, Coup, Beamers and the Benz Check it [Verse 1] I wanna be rich, I want my cash in stacks So I can match, and get my people out the shacks It's a long climb, but Sugar Hill is real We can make it to the top if we all just chill I'm out for luxury, comfortably, just the way I wanna be No matter what they tell you, son, it's all about the money, G Get paid 'cause ain't nobody giving up jack That's why we hustle and scrap and all my people sell cracks To get they loot on I'm moving on to bigger and better, give me that cheddar I'm talking 'bout Polo sweaters, butter leather And mini-mansions, out the patio expansions Two door garage, Olympic pools and pretty women dancing I wanna rock while the guard at my gate A pit bull in my Beamer, plus a poisonous snake So I'll lay back, count the cake, and let the good times roll (Yeah) I'll see you at the Grammys when my joint goes gold [Chorus] I want it all, the whole shebang, icy rings for kings Plus a fatter tire chain with a medallion that swing It ain't about being the baddest but the status still matters Tryna climb these ladders And turn these paper plates to silver platters I want it all, the whole shebang, icy rings for kings Plus a fatter tire chain with a medallion that swing It ain't about being the baddest but the status still matters Tryna climb these ladders And turn these paper plates to silver platters [Verse 2] My fam is stressed, my residence is tense Now we squabbling, and hollering over dollars and cents I'm tryna pay the rent, plus keep them lights on, yo, turn my mic on So I can spark and put some loot up in my mind's pocket Plans unravel as we travel The spots we never been to, when we eat out We don't worry about the menu Yeah, but that's the dream that I chase 'Til I get laced with the figures Flexing in a slick Vega with my nigga Sporting Hilfiger, Nautica wear Ayo, it's raw up in here Y'all better snatch me out the stores this year And if you bootleg, you lose your head, bust your leg And you can end up dead playing with a rapper's bread Give me my creds by the hundred, my loot up in abundance That goes for me and my brothers that I run with, son I want the finer things, Polo designer jeans Photos and magazines, dolo when bagging cream [Chorus] I want to be rich, I want to be large I want to live like John Gotti outside the bars I want to be rich, I want to be large I want to keep it real, building a cypher with the cards I want to be rich, I want to be large I want to help feed my people like Pablo Escobar I want to be rich, I want to be large I want to push the flyest cars and roll with the stars [Verse 3] I want it all, the whole shebang, icy rings for kings Plus a fat Italian chain with a medallion that swings It ain't about being the baddest but the status still matters Tryna climb these ladders And turn these paper plates to silver platters Give me the dollars and the clout and I'm out Switch accounts, big amounts Dropping checks that don't bounce It be legit, kid, in a position to order things And stopped wishing my loot was longer than a quarter minx 'Cause I remember times moms could barely carry me Now I'm sincerely giving up cheddar to charity, son I'm hooking up all my boys with toys Hitting them up for the chords Meanwhile the boss is in the Rolls-Royce But 'til then, that's just a vision that I visualize Cutting ties with [?] little guys [Chorus] I want it all, the whole shebang, icy rings for kings Plus a fatter tire chain with a medallion that swing It ain't about being the baddest but the status still matters Tryna climb these ladders And turn these paper plates to silver platters I want it all, the whole shebang, icy rings for kings Plus a fatter tire chain with a medallion that swing It ain't about being the baddest but the status still matters Tryna climb these ladders And turn these paper plates to silver platters