Make Me Rich Songtext
von CEO Trayle
Make Me Rich Songtext
I told baby to make me rich
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yea
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
Three niggas ran in my spot but ain′t taking shit
Yea, you know they walked out with a body
But seven shots hit
I was spanking em, belt got hit
Baby Cheese was the first young nigga
I saw go Cha Nae Nae
Get a check and I cash app Nae Nae
For my nieces and nephews and DJ
Driver switching the lanes on the e way
We gone really play ball when we play
Don't forget bout my balls lil bae bae
Off them perky withdrawals he cray cray
In that Maybach I hog the express way
My right hand itching
Left hand was itching some more
Rubbed em right on my pockets
Cus you know some money was coming
I needed some more
I remember back when I was poor
Had to find me a way thru that door
Auto slam on the Maybach doors
He didn′t cry he came back with force
Kick the door in
Let me get in this bitch ima go in
At the door ima let all the bros in
Wrote Yak Gotti a letter I told him
That I love em, I miss em, I'm posted
All the shit that I do I don't post it
Walk away from this bitch fore′ I′m ghosted
Cus I'm not too good with my emotions
I won′t talk nonchalant with no focus
I'm just tryna get me some money and shit
But baby fasho can come with me
I ran outta bullets the switch had hit
I took off the thirty put fifty
I bought myself back used to workout and shit
Get my body right feeling like Fifty
Now I′m picking up bitches
And breaking they backs
That's why they be outside tryna get me
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
Mr. Backdoor I had sent that blitz
This shit a contact sport
Everybody hit
We was running into everybody shit
You can′t tell nobody shit
Smoke and it better not be bout a bitch
Took a brick bussed it, put it on my wrist
Took a Cartier and put it on my bitch
Took a bad bitch, put her on my dick
Took some diamonds, put em on my fist
She a tootsie pop just a couple licks
When her pussy pop she be doing tricks
She can lick the tip
She can take a dick
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
Now she asking me bout my location and shit
I'm working she think I be faking and shit
And back in probation I'm faking the piss
They asking me questions I′m pleading the fifth
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yea
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
Three niggas ran in my spot but ain′t taking shit
Yea, you know they walked out with a body
But seven shots hit
I was spanking em, belt got hit
Baby Cheese was the first young nigga
I saw go Cha Nae Nae
Get a check and I cash app Nae Nae
For my nieces and nephews and DJ
Driver switching the lanes on the e way
We gone really play ball when we play
Don't forget bout my balls lil bae bae
Off them perky withdrawals he cray cray
In that Maybach I hog the express way
My right hand itching
Left hand was itching some more
Rubbed em right on my pockets
Cus you know some money was coming
I needed some more
I remember back when I was poor
Had to find me a way thru that door
Auto slam on the Maybach doors
He didn′t cry he came back with force
Kick the door in
Let me get in this bitch ima go in
At the door ima let all the bros in
Wrote Yak Gotti a letter I told him
That I love em, I miss em, I'm posted
All the shit that I do I don't post it
Walk away from this bitch fore′ I′m ghosted
Cus I'm not too good with my emotions
I won′t talk nonchalant with no focus
I'm just tryna get me some money and shit
But baby fasho can come with me
I ran outta bullets the switch had hit
I took off the thirty put fifty
I bought myself back used to workout and shit
Get my body right feeling like Fifty
Now I′m picking up bitches
And breaking they backs
That's why they be outside tryna get me
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
Mr. Backdoor I had sent that blitz
This shit a contact sport
Everybody hit
We was running into everybody shit
You can′t tell nobody shit
Smoke and it better not be bout a bitch
Took a brick bussed it, put it on my wrist
Took a Cartier and put it on my bitch
Took a bad bitch, put her on my dick
Took some diamonds, put em on my fist
She a tootsie pop just a couple licks
When her pussy pop she be doing tricks
She can lick the tip
She can take a dick
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
Now she asking me bout my location and shit
I'm working she think I be faking and shit
And back in probation I'm faking the piss
They asking me questions I′m pleading the fifth
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
I told lil baby to make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Make me rich
Yeaaa
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