FYBR (First Year Being Rich)

Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Twelvyy] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy] First year being rich, I'm 'bout to cop a house on Riverside Checkin' off my list, I buy a boat, I put your crib inside Mental need a fix, I'm feeling broken since my nigga died Multiply my chips, I'm losing count, it's hard to memorize Boost the economy, dollar for dollar, I gotta be Lit up my neck, hit the lottery Did it for Prodigy, wilding in Prada, old Wallabee Worth in my mind and my prophecy Coppin these properties, came with a bank and monopoly Just bought estate in the colony Bankin' a shot off the balcony, Mob with the Infantry Rich what I gotta be, nigga [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Movin' stories and walkin' through the clouded room Not the first time being rich, not the first time seeing shit Made a promise I ain't going back to bein' broke First year being rich, went and copped me a brick (Brick, brick, brick!) Niggas hittin' bricks, then they shittin' bricks Fuck your hit and miss, niggas missing hits Illegitimate at hitting licks Gold neck full of hidden gems, in the gym, like I'm gettin' ripped My rhetoric, nigga, let it drip, a half a billion by 36 [Verse 3: A$AP Ant] Top of the year was broke (Cash out) Done been had lint in my pocket (Uh) Now I'm plugged like a socket (Huh), bankrolls in my pocket (Cash out) Paypal was on zero, now I'm counting more zeros Bank account lookin' like Cheerios (Huh) With a Mob-like Robert De Niro (Baow) Had to learn 'bout grind and patience Took my moms on a trip to Jamaica I thought I wasn't gon' make it (Huh), I was so impatient (Ayy) Stressed out, my head was aching (Ayy), now my palms be itchin' Now these bitches trippin', now my bank be drippin' [Chorus: KEY! & A$AP Ferg] Last year I was broke, I ain't goin' back to shit (Yeah) This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Right) Niggas give me dap and these hoes gon' show me love (Yeah) I remember what it was, I remember what it was (Alright) This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Yeah) This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Right) This my first year being rich (Right), this my first year being rich (Right) This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich, okay (Coo-coo, yeah) [Verse 4: Playboi Carti & A$AP Ferg] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh She want to rock with the man She want to hop in the Lamb', rock with the band She wanna rock with the gang (Rock with the gang) Ooh, pop a lil' band Ooh, I got mo' bands than yo' man (I got mo' bands than yo' man) Started from pots and pans to all of these fans And all these hoes in my pants, ooh, ooh (All of these, all of these, all of these) I walk in that bih', I don't dance, ooh She drippin', lil' bitch, she don't dance, ooh (Yeah) Holdin' my dick with no hands, ooh Right She coolin' me off with no fan, ooh Free my lil' guy in the jam, ooh (Alright) I keep a drum like a band, ooh We robbin these niggas, no change, ooh (Coo-coo, yeah) Then I take that to the floor, ooh [Verse 5: A$AP Ferg] I'm already rich but I feel like I'm broke (Alright) Huh, nigga, you know (Yeah) If I go broke, I'ma cop me a O (Alright) Yeah, buyin' my uncle a stove Whippin', whippin', whippin' real hard (Right) Teenage whippin' like he Betty Crocker (Right) She eat the dick up, she the headdie mobster (Right) When the strippers on me, throw confetti dollars (That's right) When I touch a billion, that's when I'm rich Stackin' my money, you not with the shits (Yeah) Hundred on the Rollie and my mom got the crib They callin' me Tookie, Ice bluer than a Crip (Alright) Put the hammer in the Benz cause I'm too legit to quit (Yeah) Addy caught me chillin' on the Audi with a bitch Call me Niggarace, each finger, it glists You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this, blaow!