Rags2Riches 2 (feat. Lil Baby) - Rod Wave

Cook that shit up, Quay I'm takin' off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in Four or five cars, livin' like a god, payin' for my sins And this life that I'm in important I can hop in the Benz, a foreign Marlo said they come in in the morning I got vibes, every state I got choices Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch Takin' mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city I was re-in' up daily, they thought I was kidding I was puttin' my profit up, saved me a milly I keep pourin' up Fantas so shit gettin' ridiculous Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh) I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did) I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell 'em) I run it back like a pick six (Woo) Add it all up, it's a re-up, man I'm ballin', I need equipment (Ballin') I just bought a lift kit (Yeah) Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me) And fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin' My closet say, "To be continued" (Fuck you) Back in the days I used to make plays At Spondivits off of Virginia Ain't no contender (Nah) Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo) I read a bitch like a kennel Made a half a mil' in a rental (Woo) All of my verses suspenseful My cuz a blood, menstrual He draws down, pants I know that they care for your instrument I ball, I need me an agent I just might be your replacement (I might) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience (Alright) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience My bitch a trip, vacation Too many chains, plantation If you a real nigga It ain't no expiration Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' (Huh, Wop) I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (Go) They say Gucci's a criminal Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr) Not conserve' or no liberal Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh) Heard I shop at Bar Harbor I spent reckless on denim (Wow) She so fine, got her addy Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn) New 'Rari, half an M See the horse, know the emblem It's Big Guwop, it's him Always us over them (Fuck 'em) Niggas say they gon' do this and that Then duck when I see 'em (Huh) Don't compare me to Slim I could never be him (No) Copped so many new baguettes That I'm gettin' sick of myself (Bling) Big bully, crushed my peers So now I pick on myself (Huh) Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt Big diamond choker chokin' on me, man like Conor McGregor (It's Gucci) Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up

Ayy, Zypitano got that gas (Six, chill, fool, for real, for real) (Yeah) Look Uh, look We went from rags to riches, uh Project fences to livin' luxury Now we live luxury Straight out that bottom, nobody gave nothing to me Be careful while fucking with me All of my lil' brothers 'bout it, they cuttin' for me Yeah, they gon' cut you for me Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut you for free Say she in love with me (what else?) But save your love, I just want your company I fall in the club for free I give out daps and them hugs, wasn't no one's for me 'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (what else?) This type of shit is what make a hater When you got it out the mud, yeah Ran it up, yeah Really don't give no fuck, yeah Don't give no fuck When you turn nothing to something, yeah Really hustlin', yeah Young and gettin that money, yeah We getting that money, yeah Rags to riches (what else?) Rags to riches, uh (what else?) Rags to riches (what else?) Rags to riches (what else?) Rags to riches, uh (what else?) Rags to riches (what else? Damn) Rags to riches (what else?) Rags to riches, uh (what else?) Rags to riches (what else?) To riches (what else? Damn) Yeah Rags to riches, rags to (ayy, Zypitano got that gas) Rags to riches, rags to riches (Six, chill, fool, for real, for real) Rags to riches I don't wanna hear myself, I don't wanna hear myself Damn Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

My face above the water My feet can't touch the ground, Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon Everytime you are not around I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream I wish I could make it easy Easy to love me, love me But still I reach To find a way I'm stuck here in between I'm looking for the right words to say I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream

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