We Getting Rich

Album cover art for "We Getting Rich" by Young Dro & Sunshine

Young Dro & Sunshine - Rap, Atlanta Rap

We Getting Rich

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[Intro: Young Dro] Like that nigga Uh huh uh huh uh huh Uh huh uh huh uh huh [Chorus: Young Dro] We gettin' rich nigga We gettin' rich nigga They like this nigga (uh huh uh huh we gettin' rich uh huh uh huh) We gettin' rich nigga We gettin' rich nigga They like this nigga [Verse 1: Young Dro] Snapper calico slapper Over seas Napster Chevy pine-apple Africa Oh mighty God I'm a trappa Ridin' in this waffle house charger with cartier Napster Zone3 bastard I can get them ghost like Casper Fat bank-roll like Jasper 25 keys' in Nebraska God please make it all freeze I believe in disaster Jesus is after, self-preservation is first Tell kids education is first Sellin' dope is only makin' is worst Niggas play with the work, get shot then lay in a hurst Prayin' at birth, God do ya hear me in the Hemi Fully auto semi and a fifth a bottle Remy Ridin' down deihl on skinnies Sittin' on 26 inches in my fruit punch linen Duponts spinnin' Imma keep trappin' and trappin' until I make it in this goddamn rappin' I'mma tell 'em all how it happened From Summerhill to Kimney Court With no got damn cappin', Dro [Chorus: Young Dro] We gettin' rich nigga We gettin' rich nigga They like this nigga (uh huh uh huh we gettin' rich uh huh uh huh) We gettin' rich nigga We gettin' rich nigga They like this nigga [Verse 2: Sunshine] Twenty-five grand on the wrist If I was a nigga y'all bitches would be on my dick Chocolate covered pumps from Berlin Yeah sunshine take trips You like how them seven jeans grip my hips I'm lookin' all sassy when I lick my lips When I see these tricks My pockets stay fat with a grip Cameras stay flashin', I look then I pose with a tilt Y'all can't do it like me I'm fly Gotta drop the top like whenever I ride I get by with my homie on the side X-T-A-C-I no lie Young Dro big bro yeah we get dough 100 yard dash fake niggas got to go Only real bitches feel me at the show Fiendin' for that X and imma give 'em a li'l more (uhhh huuuhhh) We gettin' rich nigga If ya wanna holla then u gotta be the shit nigga Fuck it though they callin' overseas I told y'all punk hoes better get like me, nigga [Chorus: Young Dro] We gettin' rich nigga We gettin' rich nigga They like this nigga (uh huh uh huh we gettin' rich uh huh uh huh) We gettin' rich nigga We gettin' rich nigga They like this nigga [Verse 3: Young Dro] You know how tried me it's the principle, I am so difficult My life is irresistible, they judge me in municipal State court lawyers make drug cases fixable Million dollars every year, grand hustle ritual Benz coupe sixable, now models are kissable Diamonds are wristable, the finger on my wrist is blue I'm the only nigga that a bunch of people listen too They tell me that I'm lyrical, I promised 'em a miracle Spiritual, even though my conditions are critical Devil ain't see-able, but God made him hearable Lord I am fearable, I'm hard but I'm tearable SS Impala ride out deer-able Wood grain steering wheel, the Porsche truck is tear blue Pop Krystal like you niggas pop a beer or two Shots to ya queer crib and ain't nobody hearin' you Young Dro perry homie nigga we ain't fearin' you [Outro: Young Dro] Yo, see u know we gettin' rich anyway nigga So you better sit back and watch this shit Young Dro ya You see me on the block you see me walkin' the blocks aye (we gettin' rich nigga!) [Chorus: Young Dro] We gettin' rich nigga We gettin' rich nigga They like this nigga (uh huh uh huh we gettin' rich uh huh uh huh) We gettin' rich nigga We gettin' rich nigga They like this nigga

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Credits

Writers
  • Sunshine
  • Young Dro