Letras
I got that drive like a Rari
Two toned Red Duce Sorry Jaynari
Bubbling up like it's up Starry
Van Gogh gotta keep my ear to the paper
Circles and circles I plot on the paper
Gotta gotta gotta get to the paper
Inglewood showtime like the lakers
No time like the present so work it
On ya job gotta work a little bit
On ya job gotta work a little bit
On ya job gotta work a little bit
Get Rich
On ya job gotta work a little bit
On ya job gotta work a little bit
On ya job gotta work a little bit
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Get Rich
Carimata got it on my clothes
I had walked in the room and they froze
Necklace on froze
My wrist on froze
No jewelry on it's me I'm the gold
Plotted on a mission wrote me some goals
Camera roll with a whole lotta dough
Cash coming in big up the check
100,000 six figures some mo
Get Rich
Get Rich
Tryna Get Rich
Get Rich
On ya job gotta work a little bit
On ya job gotta work a little bit
On ya job gotta work a little bit
Get Rich
On ya job gotta work a little bit
On ya job gotta work a little bit
On ya job gotta work a little bit
Get Rich
I'm bout to Get Rich
Inglewood but my fam from the sticks
Every song that I do it be lit
Take it to a new dimension like Rick
New song and it sound like a hit
Put the money in and watch it all flip
Brokerage and my accountant go crazy
Dow Jones S&P on the daily