GET RICH OR DIE CRYIN lyrics

[Intro: CXRPSE & Lil Darkie]
Spider Gang
On my rich n*gga sh*t (Ayy), rich n*gga sh*t (Ayy)
Rich n*gga sh*t, uh (Ayy), rich n*gga, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: CXRPSE & Lil Darkie]
Whole gang full of rich n*ggas, I don't f*ck with b*tch n*ggas
If you ain't rich, get the f*ck out of the crib n*gga (Yeah)
Ring-ring (Hello?)
That's somebody callin'
Rich as f*ck, I'm ballin'
All up, we maulin'
On my rich n*gga sh*t, get off a rich n*gga di*k
I'ma buy a new watch just to p*ss on a b*tch (Yeah)
All these n*ggas hatin' on a young n*gga comin' up
See my bank account I run it up, go to functions and I f*ck it up
The labels say they'll do this for some money, I said, "f*ck it"
Get a rich n*gga big, count [?] said, "f*ck a budget"
Everything that cost money, f*ck you n*gga, we done done it
No, I'm serious the label is really making us do this, please help us (Ahhhh! Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Rich n*gga (Huh), oh, oh, oh, oh
I got money, I got drugs, I got opioids, n*gga
The sheer amount of cocaine is copious, n*gga
Talkin' sh*t 'bout rich n*ggas, Glock open this n*gga (Blah, blah)
You could get poked with a stick (Yeah)
All these rappin' ass internet n*ggas is broke than a b*tch (Punk ass n*ggas, ayy, huh, huh, huh)
They don't even got material possessions
Had to cut off hella n*ggas, tired of hearing your depression (Depressed ass n*gga, ayy)
She shakin' ass (Uh-uh)
I can't hear you broke n*ggas talkin' off the gas
It's too loud for me to pass, that's an impossible task
Spider Gang get your b*tch wet so we can help her make a splash (Ayy, ayy)
Actually help, the label executives are holding us hostage please save u- (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: BRUHMANEGOD]
I got hella hoes, man, I got hella bricks
pus*y, if you ain't rich get the f*ck up out the crib
I-I-I be in the crib with my baby bottle sippin'
Tr-Trill ass junkie off the JUUL still tippin' (Yeah)
Playin' with my money, I'ma leave your ass a victim (Okay)
Ice on my neck, sweat necklace [?]
Beamy got everything was ever in existence (Gucci)
All this sh*t I got, I'ma give it to my children
T-Tequila and some coke, flyin' out to México
I remember at the store, used to hit the Texaco
I been flyin' off a boat, so much cash I got a moat
I been sellin' all this dope, I be getting all these bands
I been makin' hella racks, I can finally wipe my ass
If a pus*y talkin' sh*t, I'ma put him in the grass
Just a reminder, we got everything that exists, the label can't control us, haha

[Outro: BRUHMANEGOD]
Nah, but for real, like, we didn't really understand what we were getting into with all this rap sh*t, you feel me? Like, they really make us do sh*t, like, they keep us locked in f*cking cages, they f*cking hit us with cattle prods all f*cking night, I haven't slept in six weeks, they abuse us, please!