Rich As Hell Lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again

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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 tossing, turning 

That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me 

That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely 

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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Get it and bring it, I flip it 

You know how I get it, I know some hard layers 

I can speak that work and talk that work 

I leave it scarred and pale 

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' 

MAC's-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, 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, 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 

Late at night and I can't sleep 

I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning 

That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me 

That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely 

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 

Whip that bitch out and she lick it 

Check how a nigga be kickin' 

I got cases pending, I got THC, it's 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 

She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that 

'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you know that we ain't with that 

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 

Fuck your man man, ho, I'm lit 

Plus my whole clique full of pits 

I go put on Fendi pants 

Thot, your dad can't drip like this 

Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, 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 

Late at night and I can't sleep 

I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning 

That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me 

That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely 

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 eyeball, I don't need a scale 

Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell 

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