Rich How I’m Dyin Lyrics by Hotboii is the latest English song. Rich How I’m Dyin song lyrics are written by Hotboii, Heavy in the Chevy, MK Beats while the song is produced by Heavy in the Chevy, MK Beats.
Rich How I’m Dyin Song Details:
| Song: | Rich How I’m Dyin |
| Singer: | Hotboii |
| Produced by: | Heavy in the Chevy, MK Beats |
| Written by: | Hotboii, Heavy in the Chevy, MK Beats |
Rich How I’m Dyin Lyrics
Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though
Mk, get that sh!T up, then
I’m foreign whip riding
I fu*k on the finest (fu*k on the finest)
I was born broke, now it’s rich how
I’m dying (rich how I’m dying)
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him, don’t need no b!Tch to remind me
No b!Tch to remind me
I’m foreign whip riding
I fu*k on the finest (fu*k on the finest)
I was born broke, now it’s rich how
I’m dying (rich how I’m dying)
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him, don’t need no b!Tch to remind me
No b!Tch to remind me
N!Gga if you ever see your dreams, go catch them
Still won’t chase the girl of my dreams and I can catch her
I remember sleeping in the car, no house
Then got a house sleeping on the floor, no mattress
You can’t even imagine, I ran it up the fastest
To the fact that we used to be poor, it don’t matter
In the pink jays when it rain pour, no channel
No santa, had to get it out the mud with no manners
New friends, no never
They want in, I won’t let them
’cause the feds on my trail
I’m in the field with no hammer
Know the rats, they gon’ tattle
The snakes, they gon’ rattle
The fake they go blast, shoot ’em up
And so, where you get a lil’ revenue
It can dismantle you
In ways you never knew, yeah
I gave n!Ggas hands they could never get up
These n!Ggas move backwards, they telling a front
Heard he got a thing for them girls with a butt
Let that ho pick his brain, then we turn him to runts
Roll that boy up on stage, it’s three five in the blunt
Now my check house barat any time of the month
And you know a rat, they gon’ rat on them, son
The snake and I’m sure they gon’ rat on us, son
And you know a rat, they gon’ rat on them, son
The snake and I’m sure they gone rat on us, son
I’m living my life, who’s to say I’m living wrong?
I don’t even know why these n!Ggas on my flow
I know that it’s fire like I rapped in the stove
They know when it’s hot, every rap hit your soul
Like a shirt turn a opp to a merch this a stick shift
Clip, I can flip it in reverse
Trying to say it’s my prime, but I know my worth
Only fu*k on the finest
I’m foreign whip swerving (swerve)
I’m foreign whip riding
I fu*k on the finest (fu*k on the finest)
I was born broke, now it’s rich how
I’m dying (rich how I’m dying)
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him, don’t need no b!Tch to remind me
No b!Tch to remind me
I’m foreign whip riding
I fu*k on the finest (fu*k on the finest)
I was born broke, now it’s rich how
I’m dying (rich how I’m dying)
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him, don’t need no b!Tch to remind me
No b!Tch to remind me
N!Gga if you ever see your dreams, go catch them
Still won’t chase the girl of my dreams and I can catch her
I remember sleeping in the car, no house
Then got a house sleeping on the floor, no mattress
You can’t even imagine, I ran it up the fastest
To the fact that we used to be poor, it don’t matter
In the pink jays when it rain pour, no channel
No santa, had to get it out the mud with no manners