[Intro]
(I'm tryna get rich)
I'm tryna get rich

[Verse]
I'm tryna get rich
Brand new fit, cartier frames
I hit up the knat she tryna get tamed
The cops and the robbers juggin' up lames
Tried to hop in the whip and we pullin' him out
Duck in the party we airin' it out
Runnin' his trap put the bleach in his mouth
Aimin' the beam from the north to the south

[Verse]
Uh, n***a
I don't be coppin no features, n***a
I don't need help from no n***as
Ex is a fan, stay in the bleachers
He caught the beats lookin like Emmett Till
Examine the wounds n***a not finna heal
Aim at the feet turn around shoot the heel
Waving the flag n***a king of the hill
I got a couple snitches in the er
I put extensions n***a in the AR
Beat in the stu' n***a won't get off one bar
He want a feature n***a cause I'm 2 hard
Spin like a beyblade n***a
Said I made that n***a
We gon' slide down on him with a Maybach n***a
3 k's to my name said I hate them n***as
White hood, black sheisty I'm racist n***a
Damn, tape that n***a
See the ho, told her take that n***a
Took the Glock out the oven with hollows
Set the timer I'm bakin' that n***a (Yeah)
She feel the fit
Ima make her rich
Feelin like a crip
Cause i hate the blood
Hollup, nevermind
Ima get the stick
Put it to her mind
Yuh, n***a
[Chorus]
I'm tryna get rich
I'm tryna get rich
I'm tryna get rich
Sh*t, yea
I'm tryna get rich, n***a
I'm tryna get rich

[Verse]
Yuh, I walk around murdering n***as on they on beat
Cause I'm bored in the crib
Go get a job lil n***a I got one
Walk in the party and yell out we got one
N***as is pillies for real finna pop one
He think he too rare n***a you not one
You get to ratting come outta' the station
Got a shooter for real and he waiting
Better pray to Allah, you ain't lackin
If he is then we makin him past tense
(Shi, Yuh)