50boyHeart - Really Rich Lyrics

I'ma blow, I swear to God, them 50 Boyz we ballin' hard
23rd, I got a call, that Curt died it Left me scarred
Man, free my 50z, out them bars Reminiscing about the times that we Was hoppin out them cars
Trapping making plays I'm serving Za up out a pickle jar
Ayy, boy, I do this for my whole Team, not just for myself
Tryna put my niggas on, Aye tryna Buy my mom a home
Aye told lil Dios, That I got em, Boy, you know you not alone
Aye 50 gang, we stand alone If you Ain't gang, can't get a song
Hoppin' out that car, you know we Bound to leave a nigga gone
They know my gang they comin' Home, I leave the house, can't take The phone
Ain't never gave a f*ck, I never even Gave a hoe a bone
Ain't tryna be no gangsta, bae, I'm tryna run this money up
Ayy, niggas broke as f*ck, but got the highest rank, they dumb as f*ck
But if you cross the line, we comin' through, you know that button Tucked
Off the top, I'm droppin' back-to-Back, them boys can't f*ck with us
Ayy, doin' shows back-to-back, lil' bitch, I'm new to all this shit
Started rappin' in February, I'm just a nigga from the bricks
Did my first song with Lil Statik, and people was sayin' that shit was a hit
So I kept on goin' and shit, started flowin, I started enjoyin' this shit
Hit her friend then I started ignorin' the bitch, ayy, diss on my gang, get left in the ditch
It ain't too long until I blow, Bang call my phone and say I'm lit
Aye tryna stack it up like Double R, like nigga really rich