Rich Nigga

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph] Uh-huh Dolph [Chorus: Young Dolph] Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah) All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Now I did everything they said I couldn't do (Uh-huh) If you had no other choice nigga wouldn't you? What y'all know about trappin' with them hundred-round drummers, boy? Countin' bread and killin' instrumentals made by Drumma Boy (Paper Route Empire) I'm doin' too much they get scared Went and got that coupé and then went got that iced out big head But all I ever want to be was a rich nigga I was raised not to hate but I swear I hate snitch niggas (I hate 'em) Oops, I'm sorry, the type of nigga to fall in there fresh as fuck and smoke out the party I count my first hundred bands and said "Hallelujah" I can't do nothin' but win, 'cause I'm a sore loser [Chorus: Young Dolph] Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah) All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Ayy, all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga (Yeah) I don't speak too much, I just hold up my wrist, nigga (Dope boy) The hoe be like "Dolph you think you slick, nigga" (Ha) Too many faces out here, I do it for my real niggas Now I ain't ever had shit, so now that I got it now, can't nobody tell me shit Everything I got, my nigga, I got it on my own And every time you see me I'm fly as fuck and hella stoned (Sorry) Pardon me do you have a lighter? Smoke a nigga, rich nigga shit, on my young rich nigga shit Thats how we young rich niggas spit Memphis Ten, Dolphworld, that's my shit [Chorus: Young Dolph] Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah) All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga [Verse 3: Tim Gates] Told my family we gonna live like the Jacksons Just be patient, and let me put it into action (Let me do it) Niggas getting wrong, ain't no more relaxing (Now that ain't it) Now I fuck with some [?] hoes in high fashion Big money family, that's my only passion And the lawyer promise you, you gonna get your fraction All you hear is numbers, you think you in math class Complete everything I never been a half-ass You know what it do, tryna live with the crew Every night screwin', wake up to an ocean view (Right) Yeah, we make it happen never heard a no-excuse And fuck with this Memphis nigga guaranteed to get the blues [Chorus: Young Dolph] Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah) All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga (Paper Route) Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga