Rich Foreva lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Chorus: Quavo]
Goddamb, goddamb
So many plans, they fill up a whole house
Goddamb, goddamb
So many Benjamens, I can't even count
We rich forever, my n*gga, we rich forever
We rich forever, my n*gga, we rich forever

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quavo!
Goddamb, goddamb
So many bricks, how in the hell I flip this sh*t
Stay on your grind, gotta take your time
Before you know it, you'll be like me, filthy rich
Choppers and Uzis, my n*ggas go foolish
If it ain't bout the money, they lose it
My bros cookin dope in jacuzzis
Versace, Versace, my doolies
Young Quavo, I keep me a roolie
I'm culture, my soldier a big dooly
He sent me the pack, and I move it
That n*gga mad, cause his b*tch choosin
All this damb dope, I feel like Homer
You can get fitted, cast Coakacola
Young Quavo, I feel like young Sammy Sosa
Cause I make the trap house be like a mansion
[Chorus: Quavo]
Goddamb, goddamb
So many plans, they fill up a whole house
Goddamb, goddamb
So many Benjamens, I can't even count
We rich forever, my n*gga, we rich forever
We rich forever, my n*gga, we rich forever

[Verse 2: J Money]
Infatuated with the money, I'm on call for the paper call
I'm so straight, if I fall and land, on the money
Gotta get it on the mission, took down a n*gga, we flippin
Sellin short bundles out the mansion
While my chickins goin out the city
Like 33 for the 93
Bo jet for the 93rd
n*gga call to play, like L Way
Work up, check the cup
Pull up, forin whip like damb it
With a bad b*tch, forin, outstanding
Hatin ass n*gga really can't stand it
They can't stop it, I do the magic
Goddamb, somuch money, need a second hand just to count it
Headin to the county, young rich n*gga got so many whips and auties

[Chorus: Quavo]
Goddamb, goddamb
So many plans, they fill up a whole house
Goddamb, goddamb
So many Benjamens, I can't even count
We rich forever, my n*gga, we rich forever
We rich forever, my n*gga, we rich forever
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Takeoff!
Where the f*ck my guy, goddamb
I got a chopper, and it hold a hundred rounds
Spendin pounds, I can't even break m down
We got blow from the plugs out of town
I get the Yayo from Paydro
Or the Ceelo, from Diego
A whole boll from Pacardo, not Tony, but a n*gga got Yayo
Forkland fight to Puerto Rico
Came a longway from kickin in doors
Young n*gga trappin out the bando
Young n*gga now top floor in the condo
I'm whippin that Britney, got so many chickens
Trappin Kentucky, sellin so many chickins
Stuck on my finger, I ain't gotta pull the trigger, point it at a n*gga, then it hit you
No issue, hollo tip, split right through your tissue
Young Takeoff, you know I got missiles
Got a forin bad b*tch, but don't kiss her
But the bricks, I deliver
In the public, I drink, hurt my liver
You snake, like a lizard
Watch dog, n*gga, on a wisel

[Chorus: Quavo]
Goddamb, goddamb
So many plans, they fill up a whole house
Goddamb, goddamb
So many Benjamens, I can't even count
We rich forever, my n*gga, we rich forever
We rich forever, my n*gga, we rich forever
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