Fly Rich
Lyrics
Rich Gang
Featuring: Future, Meek Mill, Mystikal, Stevie J & Tyga
[Intro: Stevie J (Future)]
DJ Stevie J! (We gon' get to it n*gga...)
Real n*ggas! (By any means necessary)
Rich n*ggas! (We were born like this)
Fly sh*t!
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about...
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
I be on that fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm
Black Double-R, back the f*ck off
Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft
Wet pussy turn me on when it keep me hard
King sh*t, Versace tiles, I ain't dryin' off
Marble floors, you dusty n*ggas couldn't walk on
Jesus walked on water, so I'ma walk on charters
Private jets, baguettes, only f*ck with ballers
All this, half a mill, first week of August
I ain't even doin' shows, I'm just workin' on the album
Forty for the feesha, I just paid my mama's Visa
You in the club breathin', that Ten X, you n*ggas Beavis
She give me butt head – get brain like a genius
I got that dope sh*t, the 80s chrome Alpinas
(White Beamer) - my son gon' inherit this flow
You n*ggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole
Ha!
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about...
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
I be on that fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Young n*gga, we Rich Gang, came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin' down Biscayne, black Double-R with your b*tch, mane
With that top off and that drop head, pull up on 'em, they drop dead
N*ggas talkin' that bird sh*t, when them birds came, they was not dead
And I was out there with that work from the 15th to the 1st
My clique mean and they merk, we'll let them clips squeeze like dirt
When it come to them dollars, n*gga, why bother?
These n*ggas don't want no problems
'Cause I'll kill all y'all dead, put a price on your head,
Get your brain, I doubt it (Woo!)
I be on that fly sh*t – M-O-B that mob sh*t
Boy, I'm talkin' G5 sh*t, 50 racks for that ride, sh*t
That ain't yours, that's my b*tch, you clocked out and I signed in
We young n*ggas, we grindin', we shinin' like diamonds (Woo!)
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about...
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
I be on that fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
[Verse 3: Mystikal]
Make them pop ten bottles like, "give me ten more"
I'm in the club passin' weed to the b*tches, like "hit this sh*t"
Your stupid ass outside talkin' 'bout "get me in!"
Should've known I was a fool, when I moved, when I pulled up in that Bentley
Told y'all I was gangster, still somethin' like a pimp, don't say I didn't
Million-dollar flow, got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
VIP for n*ggas like me, wish a motherf*cker would touch that rope
(Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers, thugs, goons, beasts, gorillas)
(Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas, jets, cribs, condos, villas)
Say that, then… (hold up), goddamn right, b*tch I've been fly since way back when
That's right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, there
Burnin' up the track like a motherf*ckin' matchstick, you know that's him
Tryna shine when you come around stars like us, they do look dim
Ain't got your game tight, ain't got your swag up, shame on them
Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big; n*gga, go to the gym
For the love of my clique, we up in this b*tch
So sorry that your girl's suckin' my d*ck, throwin' money in the air like
I'm sick of this sh*t
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about...
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
I be on that fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
[Stevie J over hook]
We be on our fly sh*t!
You see us right? Fly sh*t!
Swag or die... and we high
Haha... Rich Gang
DJ Stevie J!
Stunna, salute!
DJ Stevie J! (We gon' get to it n*gga...)
Real n*ggas! (By any means necessary)
Rich n*ggas! (We were born like this)
Fly sh*t!
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about...
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
I be on that fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm
Black Double-R, back the f*ck off
Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft
Wet pussy turn me on when it keep me hard
King sh*t, Versace tiles, I ain't dryin' off
Marble floors, you dusty n*ggas couldn't walk on
Jesus walked on water, so I'ma walk on charters
Private jets, baguettes, only f*ck with ballers
All this, half a mill, first week of August
I ain't even doin' shows, I'm just workin' on the album
Forty for the feesha, I just paid my mama's Visa
You in the club breathin', that Ten X, you n*ggas Beavis
She give me butt head – get brain like a genius
I got that dope sh*t, the 80s chrome Alpinas
(White Beamer) - my son gon' inherit this flow
You n*ggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole
Ha!
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about...
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
I be on that fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Young n*gga, we Rich Gang, came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin' down Biscayne, black Double-R with your b*tch, mane
With that top off and that drop head, pull up on 'em, they drop dead
N*ggas talkin' that bird sh*t, when them birds came, they was not dead
And I was out there with that work from the 15th to the 1st
My clique mean and they merk, we'll let them clips squeeze like dirt
When it come to them dollars, n*gga, why bother?
These n*ggas don't want no problems
'Cause I'll kill all y'all dead, put a price on your head,
Get your brain, I doubt it (Woo!)
I be on that fly sh*t – M-O-B that mob sh*t
Boy, I'm talkin' G5 sh*t, 50 racks for that ride, sh*t
That ain't yours, that's my b*tch, you clocked out and I signed in
We young n*ggas, we grindin', we shinin' like diamonds (Woo!)
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about...
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
I be on that fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
[Verse 3: Mystikal]
Make them pop ten bottles like, "give me ten more"
I'm in the club passin' weed to the b*tches, like "hit this sh*t"
Your stupid ass outside talkin' 'bout "get me in!"
Should've known I was a fool, when I moved, when I pulled up in that Bentley
Told y'all I was gangster, still somethin' like a pimp, don't say I didn't
Million-dollar flow, got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
VIP for n*ggas like me, wish a motherf*cker would touch that rope
(Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers, thugs, goons, beasts, gorillas)
(Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas, jets, cribs, condos, villas)
Say that, then… (hold up), goddamn right, b*tch I've been fly since way back when
That's right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, there
Burnin' up the track like a motherf*ckin' matchstick, you know that's him
Tryna shine when you come around stars like us, they do look dim
Ain't got your game tight, ain't got your swag up, shame on them
Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big; n*gga, go to the gym
For the love of my clique, we up in this b*tch
So sorry that your girl's suckin' my d*ck, throwin' money in the air like
I'm sick of this sh*t
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich n*gga sh*t when I step out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about...
F*ck what y'all talkin' about, f*ck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
I be on that fly rich n*gga sh*t, steppin' out
F*ck what y'all talkin' about
[Stevie J over hook]
We be on our fly sh*t!
You see us right? Fly sh*t!
Swag or die... and we high
Haha... Rich Gang
DJ Stevie J!
Stunna, salute!