Rich Mans Gold - Oliver Anthony Music

You weren't born to just pay bills and die You weren't born to just pay bills and die All you need is a dog, a shack, a creek in the back And a, a good woman to hold Don't need that rich man's gold My granddaddy grew up on dirt floors The whole county was dirt poor And momma died when he was four What a damn shame Grew tobacco and raised hogs With seven youngins and some old dogs I reckon they were livin' high on the hog Way back in their day He'd say, "You weren't born, to just pay bills and die" You weren't born to just pay bills and die All you need is a dog, a shack, a creek in the back And a, a good woman to hold You don't need that rich man's gold Oh, I forgot this part Sorry, bye

Aye, bitch Yeah, yeah Aye, come and get your mans Hoe Bitch, come and get your mans Aye, aye, aye Mans-mans-mans-mans Aye, come and get your mans I got this AK I might just pop him like a xan My bust down is shining hard, got diamonds on my hands (aye) When I'm sparking paint I fell in love with Benjamins That boy, he a dork ass nigga, he cannot pretend I just fucked his bitch, give no fucks, I might fuck again When I'm in L.A. I smoke the best, it's out the can Ride 'round with the drum on me, feel like I'm in a band Shoot him in the back of the head, shots come out his chin, aye Double cup with Hi-Tech in it, I don't sip the gin I don't want you slutty bitch, I just want your friend Lil' boy talkin' hella shit, but he won't talk again Aye, come and get your mans I got this AK I might just pop him like a xan My bust down is shining hard, got diamonds on my hands (aye) When I'm sparking paint I fell in love with Benjamins That boy, he a dork ass nigga, he cannot pretend I just fucked his bitch, give no fucks, I might fuck again When I'm in L.A. I smoke the best, it's out the can Ride 'round with the drum on me, feel like I'm in a band