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Young Boy Never Broke Again - Rich Shit Lyrics
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I ain't come for nothin', you don't pay, you don't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherf*cker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her

I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls
Play it low-key, even got a Tahoe
Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road
Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole
Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go
I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door
Bought her a stainless steel just from touchin' her toe
And you know the deal if I find she a ho
Got a swag that might kill
And you know I keep a hitman stepper, get near though
Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him
In the North with a stick and my trenchcoat on
Goin' in in the middle when it pop off
You know I got my blick, I up, go down
And you know I let the shots off
He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round
Oh, right there
She was like, "Let me show you how to do it right"
Man, this bitch want money tonight, uh
Bro them right there, you know it's on sight
And you know it's in here
Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right
Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah
Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say)
Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs)
City one day, yeah, it bang over my way
Niggas shouldn't come, already know how Top play
Thursday, party late
Nigga, you can die on a Friday
Nigga, you can die on the highway
Nigga, you can die from a side play
Shawty like a cat, that's nine ways
And a million in one to get us played
She don't sleep all day, but work late
Fam

I ain't come for nothin', you don't pay, you don't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherf*cker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
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I ain't come for nothin', you don't pay, you don't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherf*cker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her

I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls
Play it low-key, even got a Tahoe
Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road
Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole
Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go
I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door
Bought her a stainless steel just from touchin' her toe
And you know the deal if I find she a ho
Got a swag that might kill
And you know I keep a hitman stepper, get near though
Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him
In the North with a stick and my trenchcoat on
Goin' in in the middle when it pop off
You know I got my blick, I up, go down
And you know I let the shots off
He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round
Oh, right there
She was like, "Let me show you how to do it right"
Man, this bitch want money tonight, uh
Bro them right there, you know it's on sight
And you know it's in here
Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right
Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah
Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say)
Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs)
City one day, yeah, it bang over my way
Niggas shouldn't come, already know how Top play
Thursday, party late
Nigga, you can die on a Friday
Nigga, you can die on the highway
Nigga, you can die from a side play
Shawty like a cat, that's nine ways
And a million in one to get us played
She don't sleep all day, but work late
Fam

I ain't come for nothin', you don't pay, you don't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherf*cker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
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Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Jason Goldberg, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Morgan James Taylor
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