Trust Fund lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Rrr

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Could have bought a house, but I bought a Jesus piece (What?)
Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin' me ([?])
Could have put her in Chanel, she from overseas (Overseas)
Could have bought a Plain Jane, but her wrist freeze (Rich!)
Pockets full of mozzarella, full of swiss cheese
Could have pulled up on a Jet, but did the Jet Skis
X pills triple stacked like Wendy's (Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
Walkin' 'round with the .9 like I'm Drеw Brees (Brees)
She want Nobu, I take her Mickеy D's (Mickey D's)
Tunechi in the Lamb truck, I'm in the Bentley B (Bentley B)
You was tryna get a deal, I told him "Sign to me" ("Sign to me")
All my n*ggas Rich Forever, how it gotta be (Wait)
All you n*ggas b*tch forever, you can't lie to me
Better go and get your Reverend, let the choir sing
Goin' hard like a wedding on a diamond ring
AR keep spinnin' like a slot machine (Oh, ooh)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid, Lil Wayne & Both]
Now a n*gga Rich Forever, they gon' call me (They gon' call me)
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling (I've been balling)
I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning (The morning)
We was getting to them racks while you snoring, yeah
Tryna make a mill', that's easy (Woo)
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The n*ggas who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then, didn't believe me
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
b*tch, stop, it's lonely at the top, I just heard my ears pop
A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
f*ck her for some Gucci socks, she gon' have to run the top
For the flip flops, yeah, boy, stop
Run up on the opp, I just saw his heart drop
My b*tches on the base, I feel like a shortstop
And I just caught a case, I'ma still ball out
'Til I ain't got no more fouls, woo

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne, Both]
Now a n*gga Rich Forever, they gon' call me (Woo)
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling (Woo)
I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning (Woo)
We was getting to them racks while you snoring, yeah
Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The n*ggas who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then, didn't believe me

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid]
I get the bag and go straight to the plug and I buy his ass out
And now it's a drought
f*ck on my ho 'til I tire her ass out
My watch face drippin', I had to ask it "What you cryin' about?"
Flyin' her out
She get back home, she be runnin' her mouth
Pick a Bugatti up, put the Cullinan down
Tell your friends I'll fly every one of them down
Put 'em on a jet, tell 'em meet me in the islands (Yeah)
Said she wanna f*ck me and all of my diamonds (Yeah)
My shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeah, he shinin' (Pow-pow-pow)
Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage (Rrr)
I'm Rich like f*ck it (f*ck it)
If I let her bring her friend, then she f*ckin' (She f*ck it)
I was broke, that ho left somethin'
Haters talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin' (That's nothin', that's nothin', Rich!)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid, Lil Wayne & Both]
Now a n*gga Rich Forever, they gon' call me (They gon' call me)
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling (I've been balling)
I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning ('Til the morning)
We was getting to them racks while you snoring, yeah (Snoring, yeah)
Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The n*ggas who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then, didn't believe me

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
b*tch, stop, it's lonely at the top, I just heard my ears pop
Fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
f*ck her for some Gucci socks, she gon' have to run the top
For the flip flops, yeah, boy, stop
Pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht
Broke b*tches that's a pet peeve, call blocked
Pockets like they got hickeys, all knots
We just go to war, no keys, warlock
Ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop
b*tches on the base, I feel like a shortstop
I just caught a case, but I still ball out
'Til I ain't got no more fouls, woo

[Outro: Rich The Kid]
Woo
Ooh
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