Lyrics
You think you know me?
Now this bitch that chop a coke, this bitch you feel me?
This year, come outside
Ay, ay, I'm slime
Get rich or die trying with that money, yeah, I need that
Bad bitch, fly all over city, never seen that
Chase a nigga down with that Glock, you shoulda seen that
Get rich as fuck, still posted in the trenches, choppa in a coat
Hit a nigga block, flash some rounds, let's go fo' for fo'
Stomp a nigga out, if he fight back, leave brains on the floor
This shit so real, you might get rich, lil' nigga never know
Came up from nothing, I ain't never seen that happen
This bitch super bad, but her bag, she tote that automatic
Look, he pulled up with some new Glock, that's Smith, they automatic
When shit got tragic, that long upper Glock got hit with automatic
In five seconds, Balenciaga steppin', still flexin' and still steppin'
Round with that choppa on me
If we catch a nigga fuck around, leave that choppa on him
Little bro too influenced, say he wanna spend all week
All this pain on me, but I been hustlin' all week (Dirty gang)
Get rich or die trying with that money, yeah, I need that
Chase a nigga down with that Glock, you shoulda seen that
Get rich as fuck, still posted in the trenches, choppa in a coat
Hit a nigga block, flash some rounds, let's go fo' for fo'
Stomp a nigga out, if he fight back, leave brains on the floor
This shit so real, you might get rich, lil' nigga never know
Came up from nothing, I ain't never seen that happen
This bitch super bad, but her bag, she tote that automatic
Get rich or die trying with that money, yeah, I need that
Chase a nigga down with that Glock, you shoulda seen that
Get rich as fuck, still posted in the trenches, choppa in a coat
Hit a nigga block, flash some rounds, let's go fo' for fo'
Stomp a nigga out, if he fight back, leave brains on the floor
This shit so real, you might get rich, lil' nigga never know
Came up from nothing, I ain't never seen that happen
This bitch super bad, but her bag, she tote that automatic