(Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)
(Get that bag, Getro)
Dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills
Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years
I hope Fred know I miss him, but, he'll never call me
Wish my nigga would have passed away from natural causes
Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them Devils on me
All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin'
Lambo' tires done gripped the street them bitches off the corner
Rich ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on him
I see diamonds in your eye everytime that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?"
All that money couldn't save me, they made me mad at love
Then, I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Shawty can't leave, she's locked in
Can't give up, I'm ballin'
Whoever hang with him, we get him
We don't have a target
I been in there late all day, but the trenches where my heart at
These niggas ain't felt no pain, they just play hurt like a car wreck
At night, I pray to God, they keep on tellin' me for that ???
Remember I was posted on the wall just like a doorbell
Everything change, remember Duke was standin' right here
Pistol in my hand, it take too long to get to my hip
Dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills
Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years
I hope Fred know I miss him, but, he'll never call me
Wish my nigga would have passed away from natural causes
Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them Devils on me
All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin'
Lambo' tires done gripped the street them bitches off the corner
Rich ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on him
I see diamonds in your eye everytime that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?"
All that money couldn't save me, they made me mad at love
Then, I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)
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