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[intro]
gang (gang, yo, mannie)
ha, juvie (psh)
psh (juvie)
can’t be happy broke, so i’m tryna be mad rich (mad rich)
mad, this the type of sh_t, you feel me? (uh) turn up in your car, n_gga (ridin’ on, ridin’)
tryna go get some money, n_gga (tryna go— vroom)
tryna go f_ck some bad b_tches, too bad (real sh_t, bad, bad)
turn me up, hey (turn me up, hey)

[chorus]
can’t be happy broke, so i’m tryna be mad rich (mad rich)
prices goin’ up (what? huh?), tell ’em f_ck n_ggas to tap in (they better tap in, yeah, yeah)
it ain’t trickin’ if you got it, baby girl, i’m havin’ (baby girl, i’m havin’)
these n_ggas rather crash than get a bag (huh? huh?), that’s ass backward (that’s ass backwards)
pillow talkin’ to these hoes ain’t gon’ do your ass no justice (h_ll nah)
it’s gon’ make her wanna come see ’bout them young n_ggas gettin’ money (huh, i swear to god, n_gga)
d_mn, it’s startin’ to make sense why all they b_tches wanna f_ck me (they wanna f_ck me)
i pray over all my p’s, i need ’em gone before this sunday (i need ’em gone, n_gga)

[verse 1]
he don’t pop it how he ‘posed to, bae, you know you could do better (you could do better)
i hit the left blinker, then went right (skrrt), tryna f_ck them crackers heads up (i keep on goin’)
with all this contraband inside the car (ah, ah), twin, they gon’ have to catch us (skrrt, they gon’ have to catch us)
blow a band on you like it ain’t nothin’, i spent that on a sweater (i be poppin’ it, bae)
i really pop it different, tired of hearin’ what broke n_ggas’ll do if they was in my position (what? what? n_gga)
tied of hearin’ n_ggas claimin’ bodies but ain’t do the k!llin’ (but ain’t do the k!llin’)
got the trap in a chokehold, b_tch, i feel like homer simpson (like homer simpson, n_gga)
i stay prayed up but keep that bl!cky, on my road to riches (grrah, grrah, on my road to riches)
brodie know i’m jumpin’ out first, i need him to work the wheel (work the wheel, n_gga)
this lil’ b_tch ain’t used to havin’ sh_t, i bought her ass a first chanel (a first chanel)
i got zaza for the low, i got— and i got percs as well (i got percs as well, yeah)
i f_cked her in the ‘cat, then kicked her out (what?), she told me go to h_ll (haha, haha, haha)
[chorus]
can’t be happy broke, so i’m tryna be mad rich (mad rich)
prices goin’ up, tell ’em f_ck n_ggas to tap in (they better tap in)
it ain’t trickin’ if you got it, baby girl, i’m havin’ (yeah, you know i’m havin’)
these n_ggas rather crash than get a bag (huh? ayy, ayy, ayy), that’s ass backward (like what the f_ck?)
pillow talkin’ to these hoes ain’t gon’ do your ass no justice (ain’t doin’ no justice, n_gga)
it’s gon’ make her wanna come see ’bout them young n_ggas gettin’ money (okay, okay)
d_mn, it’s startin’ to make sense why all they b_tches wanna f_ck me (huh? they wanna f_ck me, ayy)
i pray over all my p’s, i need ’em gone before this sunday (ayy, please)

[verse 2]
i just made a gas stop, hit the road, i’m back en route (i’m back en route)
bruh said my name in one his songs, i’m tryna see what’s that about (n_gga, get on, huh?)
i don’t wanna speak, just let that money talk, make these n_ggas shut they mouth (like shut the f_ck up, n_gga)
big_ass glock inside my pants, you don’t want me to pull that out (grrah, pull that out, n_gga)
let a n_gga sn_tch my chain, i’ll stop rappin’ right now (i’ll stop rappin’ right now)
i ain’t comin’ back to get active (yeah), it can happen right now (it can happen right now)
big 10 milli’, thirty_three shots kriss vect’ packin’ right now (gang, i got my weight, n_gga)
i got the plug get your ass connected like some wi_fi (ha, wi_fi, n_gga)

[chorus]
can’t be happy broke, so i’m tryna be mad rich (mad rich)
prices goin’ up (uh_huh, yeah, yeah), tell ’em f_ck n_ggas to tap in (they better tap in)
it ain’t trickin’ if you got it (yeah), baby girl, i’m havin’ (you know i’m havin’)
these n_ggas rather crash than get a bag, that’s ass backward (like what the f_ck?)
pillow talkin’ to these hoes ain’t gon’ do your ass no justice (yeah, ain’t doin’ no justice, n_gga)
it’s gon’ make her wanna come see ’bout them young n_ggas gettin’ money (okay, okay)
d_mn, it’s startin’ to make sense why all they b_tches wanna f_ck me (huh? they wanna f_ck me, yeah)
i pray over all my p’s, i need ’em gone before this sunday (please, haha)
[outro]
ha, please
i need ’em gone before this sunday, ayy, haha
alright, run it back from the top real quick

- juvenile baby

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