B X E - Gotta Get Rich Lyrics

I been on my grind
Cause I got a lot to prove
If you think this shit is easy
Take a walk in my shoes
Yeah I took a lot of Ls
But I still never lose
Money on my mind cause
I gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Yeah I gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Yeah I gotta get rich
Gotta get rich yeah
Gotta get rich yeah
Gotta get rich
Yeah yeah yeah
Gotta get rich
Gotta get rich

If it ain't about commas
Then you'll be dismissed
I am too litt
I must admit
I'm a wavy ass bitch
And I know how to drip
I can not be broke
Let's switch up the flow
Came from the bottom
Down below
Not Roddy Rich
But I gotta get rich
And I be on my shit
Play with me
You'll get hit
These niggas be broke
They wastin my time
These bitches be funny
They doing me slime
No slat
I'm on my grind
Cause I gotta shine
I'm only 19
And this is my prime
Wake up
Get my bread up
These hating ass bitches be fed up
Stay tuned
This is a heads up
Back up
Cause I'm bout to blow up
Yeah yeah

I been on my grind
Cause I got a lot to prove
If you think this shit is easy
Take a walk in my shoes
Yeah I took a lot of Ls
But I still never lose
Money on my mind cause
I gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Yeah I gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Gotta get rich
Yeah I gotta get rich
Gotta get rich yeah
Gotta get rich yeah
Gotta get rich
Yeah yeah yeah

Got the drip
Got the money and the sauce
Me and my niggas ain't takin no loss
Going straight for the stars
To the top
Even at the top
You'll never see me stop
Flow so sick
I be needing cough drops
Drip so hard
You could call it rain drops
If it's bout cash
I'll never stop
Ice for the neck
Lookin like the next cop

I gotta get rich
I'm calling it quits
Broke niggas and bitches
All give me an itch
This minimum wage
Ain't cutting this shit
So I ran to the stu
And I wrote me a hit
I must admit
That I love designer
Gucci and Loui and Dolce Gabbana
I'm on the go
Like somebody come find her
First in the ville
Now I'm in the Bahamas

Bitch run it up
Ur nigga said last night
That I'm coming up
Been f*cked over
I'll f*ck you over
When I f*ck you over
I won't give a f*ck
Gotta get rich quick
Only fast bucks
Gotta come collect
The end from my cut
Ain't no one give me a sip
When I was thirsty
When I'm rich
Ain't nobody drinking
Out from my cup
Life's about commas and karma
Stack too much
To get mixed up in drama
So much heat
I equipped the summer
Hot girl shit
Ejeme and Bianca
But this winter
We coming so icy
Frost bitches
Wish that they could bite me
On the scene like we Velma and Daphne
Gang pop out
Then this shit'll be a movie

Can't comprehend
Why they doubting me
Gotta open your eyes
For you to see
Gonna stack my bread
Whole team gon be fed
Niggas wasting my time
Gotta leave them on read
Yeah
I'm on my shit can't stop
Yeah
Don't want the smoke, no pop
Yeah
On my Drake, nonstop
Yeah
Me and Mae at the top
Yeah

I need that chicken and Guac
Gotta get rich
Going straight to the top
There was some nights
With no food on the pot
Now there's cheese in my pockets
This shit will not Rot
I'd move the gang to a whole different spot
With a field in the back
But the horse in the lot
Never miss my shot
Like my dream had a red dot
Money Schemes with the team
Only link when we Plot
Non Stop

Less stress more money
F*ck rainy days
Imma fly where it's sunny
Remember them days
Y'all was calling me ugly
Y'all tried to dubb me
Jacked i was bummy
When i blow up no one jacc
We was buddies
Please watch ur step
I got on my guiseppes
All of this press
But hoes still can not press me
Need all of the cash
A mil will not impress me

Gotta switch it up
Mind my business
Never in the mixup
No fake love
No need to check up
F*ck that love shit
I want the big bucks