Yeah, yeah
What it do?
Rich gang
It′s your boy Juve the great
Stupid money in this bitch
Yeah
Na na na na na na na Open up the vault, it's an areal assault
When you make it out together, [?] is the result
Pockets full of money, make it hard for me to walk
Blame it on myself, it′s only me that I can fault
Livin' in the gulf where the water's full of salt
And the niggas die before they old enough to be adults
Back when I was younger I ain′t even never spark
In my hopes of livin′ good and havin' money was a thought
Glad that I′m survivin' all the fights that I done faught
Tomorrow′s not a promise, live your life what I was taught
[?] tearin' us apart
I might have taken risks, I pray to God I don′t get caught
No

Mmm, mmm, na na na na na
Rich gang
Right now, right now, right now Goin' down in this bitch right now

[?] you wouldn't believe I didn′t get caught
When you get it out the money [?]
Never seen a nigga from the D full of frost
So clean [?] 20 G′s up in my cars
Mamma told me "son don't let a nigga throw you off"
Have some motherfuckin′ pride never give a bitch your heart
I'm stackin′ up this cash 'til my shit up in a vault
Bitch I got it off the [?] and I ain′t need no fuckin' salt
Niggas wanna beef but they need to see the outcome
Rest in peace C I wish he could see what I done
A dream, where would I be without one?
Ain't fulfilled ′em yet, but at least a nigga got some
Yeah

Writer(s): Chivez Smith, Mac Bac On The Track, Phillip Peaks<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com