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Mad Rich Video (MV)




Performed By: Selfmade Noah
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Noah Byler
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Selfmade Noah - Mad Rich Lyrics
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Y'all aint be hearin' me for real
Yellin' R.I.P. cause all my brothers in the grave
So I'm clutchin' ARP you can see it on my waist
Amiris on my jeans cause I got expensive taste
Servin' to the fiends, got that shit a numb your face
It just crossed my mind, this shit ain't really safe
I just stacked ten bands, but can't even hit the bank
Too long been on my grind, I'm just finna hit the drank
On my own timing could give a f*ck about a rank
In a Lambo truck, could give a f*ck about no lane
Could give a f*ck about a vest, we aiming for the brain
Its a hit and go, cause these hoes, they all the same
Just sent her ass home, she ain't even know my name
Touched my first ghost, im finna go M.I.A
Try and touch my roll, I a up and throw a nade
If it about my pros, you should know that I don't play
Said you stacking dough, can't even show a K
All the love I gave, why these pussies throwin' shade
Goin' different places, if you could, I know you'd trade
All these hoes want this D, cause I'm ballin' like I'm Wade
Tucked Golden Glock with a drum to hit a fade
In a day could touch a band, you a ham, you be cappin
See you lying up on the gram, bitch, you a catfish
Hear you talkin' on my name, my hand up on my ratchet
Could never have a main, these bitches, they be ratchet
Naw, this ain't gymnastics, bitch, I'm makin' bags flip
I see the feds up on my ass, I'm finna crash whip
Movin' different, made some plays i'm finna stack chips
I'm like, f*ck this lil' house, I'm tryna be mad rich
I'm like, f*ck this lil' whip, I want some fast shit
Poured sixtey in the cup, now I think I'm an addict
Trippin' right now, pass you the ball, better splash it
And if a pussy say smoke, I'm finna ash it
Yellin' R.I.P., cause all my brothers in the grave
So I'm clutchin' ARP, you can see it on my waist
Amiris on my jeans, cause I got expensive taste
Serving to the fiends, got that shit a numb your face
It just crossed my mind, this shit ain't really safe
I just stacked ten bands, but can't even hit the bank
Too long been on my grind, I'm just finna hit the drank
On my own timing, could give a f*ck about a rank
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English

Y'all aint be hearin' me for real
Yellin' R.I.P. cause all my brothers in the grave
So I'm clutchin' ARP you can see it on my waist
Amiris on my jeans cause I got expensive taste
Servin' to the fiends, got that shit a numb your face
It just crossed my mind, this shit ain't really safe
I just stacked ten bands, but can't even hit the bank
Too long been on my grind, I'm just finna hit the drank
On my own timing could give a f*ck about a rank
In a Lambo truck, could give a f*ck about no lane
Could give a f*ck about a vest, we aiming for the brain
Its a hit and go, cause these hoes, they all the same
Just sent her ass home, she ain't even know my name
Touched my first ghost, im finna go M.I.A
Try and touch my roll, I a up and throw a nade
If it about my pros, you should know that I don't play
Said you stacking dough, can't even show a K
All the love I gave, why these pussies throwin' shade
Goin' different places, if you could, I know you'd trade
All these hoes want this D, cause I'm ballin' like I'm Wade
Tucked Golden Glock with a drum to hit a fade
In a day could touch a band, you a ham, you be cappin
See you lying up on the gram, bitch, you a catfish
Hear you talkin' on my name, my hand up on my ratchet
Could never have a main, these bitches, they be ratchet
Naw, this ain't gymnastics, bitch, I'm makin' bags flip
I see the feds up on my ass, I'm finna crash whip
Movin' different, made some plays i'm finna stack chips
I'm like, f*ck this lil' house, I'm tryna be mad rich
I'm like, f*ck this lil' whip, I want some fast shit
Poured sixtey in the cup, now I think I'm an addict
Trippin' right now, pass you the ball, better splash it
And if a pussy say smoke, I'm finna ash it
Yellin' R.I.P., cause all my brothers in the grave
So I'm clutchin' ARP, you can see it on my waist
Amiris on my jeans, cause I got expensive taste
Serving to the fiends, got that shit a numb your face
It just crossed my mind, this shit ain't really safe
I just stacked ten bands, but can't even hit the bank
Too long been on my grind, I'm just finna hit the drank
On my own timing, could give a f*ck about a rank
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Writer: Noah Byler
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