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I already know what I'm bout to do on this one (Facts) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Hey Hey Hey Hey) Tryna get rich, and run up a motherfucking bag Hoppin on any track and Ima spazz Never ran track but I hop on the track Run that shit back run that shit back Niggas be mad, Nigga so ass Don't talk shit you my son im yo dad I'm dissing these niggas it's making laugh (Damn I know that shit make niggas so mad) Like why is you mad bitch I'm a young nigga I'm living lavish I'm finna hop in a jag bitch Skrrt Skrrt Skrrt (Skrrtt) (Oh Shit!) Don't crash bitch I'm finna hop in a motherfucking Wraith I keep me a ski I ain't catching no case Ima shoot at ya bro then I hop in a Wraith Swear to god little bro finna buss at yo face Now we doing the dash 150 today I hopped on the track getting busy today I'm in the party I'm litty today I'm off of the gas I'm too frizzy today I keep me a motherfucking blicky today It's two different people Vercetti and Tae Hold up Pour it up Double cup Lick it up She nasty yuh She freaky yuh (I'm litty yuh) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Hey Hey Hey Hey) I'm trying to get litty I got a new blicky I aim at face and your motherfucking kidney (Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah) (GRRRTTTTT) (DAMN!) We got hella chopas Pulling up and flip ya parter Old as shit could f*ck ya momma No Fortnite shit I keep a llama Choppa singing like Madona Tryna blow up like Osama You get it? Bitch it's a bomb Nigga i don't got the time These niggas be hating on Don They really mad cause I'm a god A god a rapping No I ain't capping Really be spazzing Really be trapping Bro got the pack in Really gon pack it Put that shit im a brand new package 21 guns bitch Ima savage Ima aim at his face ima let that boy have it I'm shooting this bitch with no motherfucking badges I get to the green to the motherfucking cabbage These niggas be lacking that shit fucking tragic If you run up on me got a blade Ima stab it The music you making that shit kinda average Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich bitch (Yeah Yeah) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Uh Huh) (Okay) Tryna get rich (Hey Hey Hey Hey) (Go run yo fucking bag up man stop talking to these bitch ass niggas Go run that fucking money up nigga)