Imma Get Rich

Lyrics

I'm a get rich or die trying like Phiddy
 All life long pop bottles like Diddy
 Bitch, you're only visiting, 'cause this is my city
 Blame it on your hoes just to say that I did it. [x2]
 I'm official like black and white stripes
 That bitch you're calling your wife, I've been handle that twice
 I see you're watching, nigga, analyze wise
 Observe, I'm about to resatelite heights
 I live my fucking life down, I don't take the shit
 The right bottles on the table, I don't drink this shit
 No disrespect the Diddy, I do it for the hoes
 Caramels in this bitch, we shoot Juv' exposed
 I'm killing your momma, my Louis and Dior shit
 Juvi', you're winner, all your haters better fall grip.
 I need a big invelous cash, not a kind of pity
 Ain't got that rustles in them money, but I'm gonna get it
 Who, me? I'm tryin' to be a nigga rude group
 I'm about to drop my own Juvenile proud juice
 Pull off, I act like hoe and get a shoe deal
 Fuck the world, at first day I ship through meal.
 I'm a get rich or die trying like Phiddy
 All life long pop bottles like Diddy
 Bitch, you're only visiting, 'cause this is my city
 Blame it on your hoes just to say that I did it. [x2]
 Customized French suits, crocodile shoes,
 I'm elevated, it's all the conversation about you
 I see you nigga living like you're seeing in a dream
 'Cause I got translation imagination in a grin
 So why the contracts that I'm trying to get paid
 I got homes, I can say you anything and and say you're here from
 Fly in the motherfucker swag, I got wheez
 And I'm running like a company like Jimmy AV
 You know you're getting money when you bitch are in Forbes
 And you ain't gonna say a shit to get a bitch under the folds
 And in the fin, the life it's gonna take it's own course
 Nobody helping me and we open his own doors.
 Making too much money to be worried about credit
 We're tired in my city as we're chatting like Betty's
 Niggas don't get it and they act like it's a game torn
 They won't mean the telethon, how could I explain it to them?
 I'm a get rich or die trying like Phiddy
 All life long pop bottles like Diddy
 Bitch, you're only visiting, 'cause this is my city
 Blame it on your hoes just to say that I did it. [x2]

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Song Details

Duration
02:50
Key
6
Tempo
87 BPM

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