(CASABLANCA)
Aye, Aye!
Gang!
Migo!
Migo!
Ima get rich or die trying...
Ima get rich or die trying...
Ima get rich or die trying...
Ima get rich or die trying...
Slum, Aye!
Swear to God, I seen better days
But a young Migo was broke knowing well he'd be hella paid, I don't hesitate
Broke one week then another you back breaking hella cake , then celebrating
Tell em don't hit my cellphone unless it's bout cash young mula like Weezy Baby
They don't come from where we come from, so just tell them niggas be easy baby
Swerving round, riding in a hunnid band Benz with the red interior like pizza baby
Niggas gon think shit sweet, I got tricks up my sleeve, I don't trip I'm just seeing lately
These niggas want what I got, but you gotta put in that time
Everyone with me on lock
Everyone open up shop
& All these hoes be good for nun
So count this money, be good for sum
Not riding in the latest, but my whip still run
Tell me that she taken but that hoe still f*ck
No I haven't made it but them days gon come
Smoking good kush ima kill my lungs
& I'm well protected like the presidents son, Slum Gang!
Aye, aye, aye!
New pack sticky, like situations
They say i'm geekin too hard but it's best if I'm faded
Long as I'm rich I don't care if I'm famous
Long ass that bitch still breathe I know she gon betray me
I can't let ya body persuade me
As a jit, Young Slummy I wanted Versace
I know how to say it but I'm taking payments for promos
He get put on a shirt like a logo
Let me vibe to my shit, tell em hold on
They been waiting for this for like how long?
At the booty club gettin my roll on
With ya hoe and I'm getting my smoke on
I get rich or die trying like 50
I can't hang around scandalous bitches
Like 2 chains I jus ride round n get it
Only f*ck with some get money bitches
Only talk if its money or business
Why the f*ck would I care about opinions?
Swear to God, I seen better days
But a young Migo was broke knowing well he'd be hella paid, I don't hesitate
Broke one week then another you back breaking hella cake , then celebrating
Tell em don't hit my cellphone unless it's bout cash young mula like Weezy Baby
They don't come from where we come from, so just tell them niggas be easy baby
Swerving round, riding in a hunnid band Benz with the red interior like pizza baby
Niggas gon think shit sweet, I got tricks up my sleeve, I don't trip I'm just seeing lately
These niggas want what I got, but you gotta put in that time
Everyone with me on lock
Everyone open up shop
Real Slummy - Get Rich Or Die Trying Lyrics
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(CASABLANCA)
Aye, Aye!
Gang!
Migo!
Migo!
Ima get rich or die trying...
Ima get rich or die trying...
Ima get rich or die trying...
Ima get rich or die trying...
Slum, Aye!
Swear to God, I seen better days
But a young Migo was broke knowing well he'd be hella paid, I don't hesitate
Broke one week then another you back breaking hella cake , then celebrating
Tell em don't hit my cellphone unless it's bout cash young mula like Weezy Baby
They don't come from where we come from, so just tell them niggas be easy baby
Swerving round, riding in a hunnid band Benz with the red interior like pizza baby
Niggas gon think shit sweet, I got tricks up my sleeve, I don't trip I'm just seeing lately
These niggas want what I got, but you gotta put in that time
Everyone with me on lock
Everyone open up shop
& All these hoes be good for nun
So count this money, be good for sum
Not riding in the latest, but my whip still run
Tell me that she taken but that hoe still f*ck
No I haven't made it but them days gon come
Smoking good kush ima kill my lungs
& I'm well protected like the presidents son, Slum Gang!
Aye, aye, aye!
New pack sticky, like situations
They say i'm geekin too hard but it's best if I'm faded
Long as I'm rich I don't care if I'm famous
Long ass that bitch still breathe I know she gon betray me
I can't let ya body persuade me
As a jit, Young Slummy I wanted Versace
I know how to say it but I'm taking payments for promos
He get put on a shirt like a logo
Let me vibe to my shit, tell em hold on
They been waiting for this for like how long?
At the booty club gettin my roll on
With ya hoe and I'm getting my smoke on
I get rich or die trying like 50
I can't hang around scandalous bitches
Like 2 chains I jus ride round n get it
Only f*ck with some get money bitches
Only talk if its money or business
Why the f*ck would I care about opinions?
Swear to God, I seen better days
But a young Migo was broke knowing well he'd be hella paid, I don't hesitate
Broke one week then another you back breaking hella cake , then celebrating
Tell em don't hit my cellphone unless it's bout cash young mula like Weezy Baby
They don't come from where we come from, so just tell them niggas be easy baby
Swerving round, riding in a hunnid band Benz with the red interior like pizza baby
Niggas gon think shit sweet, I got tricks up my sleeve, I don't trip I'm just seeing lately
These niggas want what I got, but you gotta put in that time
Everyone with me on lock
Everyone open up shop
Aye, Aye!
Gang!
Migo!
Migo!
Ima get rich or die trying...
Ima get rich or die trying...
Ima get rich or die trying...
Ima get rich or die trying...
Slum, Aye!
Swear to God, I seen better days
But a young Migo was broke knowing well he'd be hella paid, I don't hesitate
Broke one week then another you back breaking hella cake , then celebrating
Tell em don't hit my cellphone unless it's bout cash young mula like Weezy Baby
They don't come from where we come from, so just tell them niggas be easy baby
Swerving round, riding in a hunnid band Benz with the red interior like pizza baby
Niggas gon think shit sweet, I got tricks up my sleeve, I don't trip I'm just seeing lately
These niggas want what I got, but you gotta put in that time
Everyone with me on lock
Everyone open up shop
& All these hoes be good for nun
So count this money, be good for sum
Not riding in the latest, but my whip still run
Tell me that she taken but that hoe still f*ck
No I haven't made it but them days gon come
Smoking good kush ima kill my lungs
& I'm well protected like the presidents son, Slum Gang!
Aye, aye, aye!
New pack sticky, like situations
They say i'm geekin too hard but it's best if I'm faded
Long as I'm rich I don't care if I'm famous
Long ass that bitch still breathe I know she gon betray me
I can't let ya body persuade me
As a jit, Young Slummy I wanted Versace
I know how to say it but I'm taking payments for promos
He get put on a shirt like a logo
Let me vibe to my shit, tell em hold on
They been waiting for this for like how long?
At the booty club gettin my roll on
With ya hoe and I'm getting my smoke on
I get rich or die trying like 50
I can't hang around scandalous bitches
Like 2 chains I jus ride round n get it
Only f*ck with some get money bitches
Only talk if its money or business
Why the f*ck would I care about opinions?
Swear to God, I seen better days
But a young Migo was broke knowing well he'd be hella paid, I don't hesitate
Broke one week then another you back breaking hella cake , then celebrating
Tell em don't hit my cellphone unless it's bout cash young mula like Weezy Baby
They don't come from where we come from, so just tell them niggas be easy baby
Swerving round, riding in a hunnid band Benz with the red interior like pizza baby
Niggas gon think shit sweet, I got tricks up my sleeve, I don't trip I'm just seeing lately
These niggas want what I got, but you gotta put in that time
Everyone with me on lock
Everyone open up shop
Writer: Sebastian Martinez Guerrero
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid