Rod Wave, ATR Son Son - Rags2Riches lyrics

(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
(Six, chill, fool, for real, for real)
(yeah) look
Uh, look

We went from rags to riches, uh
Project fences to livin' luxury
Now we live luxury straight out that bottom
Nobody gave nothing to me
Be careful while fucking with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it
They cuttin' for me
Yeah, they gon' cut you for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters
And cut you for free
Say she in love with me (What else?)
But save your love, I just want your company
I fall in the club for free
I give out daps and them hugs
Wasn't no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player
Uh (What else?)
This type of shit is what make a hater

When you got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no fuck, yeah
Don't give no fuck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We getting that money, yeah

Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else? Damn)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
To riches (What else? Damn)

Yeah rags to riches, rags to
(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
Rags to riches, rags to riches
(6, chill, fool, for real, for real)
Rags to riches damn
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