YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Rich As Hell lyrics

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I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin'
That's them bodies from my temper
Creepin' on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and
Being home all by my lonely
(Hold up, hold up) bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper
It's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker
You can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud
I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin'
This the rich as hell

Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it
I know some hard layers (yeah)
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale (yeah)
Presser, I got solids on that semi
Bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip
Or get that dick for real
Ballin', my niggas haulin'
Niggas be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'
I do this often, fuck it, I off 'em
Know that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em
Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off 'em
All this smoke, it got me coughin'
MACs-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless
I'm dumb catch you wrestling in your
Section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain't
Tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums
Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it
(With it, hmm) watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan' play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it

Bitch, I trap out like Griselda
(Trap) , hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in
I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this
Bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious
I got uh uh in my mansion

I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it (Boom)
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin'
(Turnin') that's them bodies from my
Temper creepin' on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and
Being home all by my lonely
(Hold up, hold up) bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper
It's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
(Oh, yeah)
I can cook that dope just like a worker
You can ask VL (Oh, yeah)
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud
I don't need a scale (Don't need no)
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin'
This the rich as hell

Whip that bitch out and she lick it (Lick it)
Check how a nigga be kickin' (Kickin')
I got cases pending, I got THC, it's liquid
(Liquid) if I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really
I piss out red inside the tub choppin' it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack
Inside my bag, got big racks
(Big racks)
She took the Roxies out her pocket
Told that bitch don't sniff that
(Sniff that)
'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out
You know that we ain't with that (Nah)
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don't talk, bitch
I don't care 'bout what they talkin'
Fuck her best friend, bitch, i'm rich
(Huh) fuck your man, man, ho, I'm lit (Huh)
Plus my whole clique full of pit's (Oh, yeah)
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can't drip like this (I know)

Bitch, I trap out like Griselda
(Trap) , hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in
I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this
Bitch who came from Heaven (yeah)
Stutter in my precious
I got uh uh in my mansion

I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin'
That's them bodies from my
Temper creepin' on me (Creepin')
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and
Being home all by my lonely
(Hold up, hold up) bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper
It's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker
You can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud
I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin'
This the rich as hell

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