We Getting Rich lyrics

[Intro: Young Dro]
Like that n*gga
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Uh huh uh huh uh huh

[Chorus: Young Dro]
We gettin' rich n*gga
We gettin' rich n*gga
They like this n*gga
(uh huh uh huh we gettin' rich uh huh uh huh)
We gettin' rich n*gga
We gettin' rich n*gga
They like this n*gga

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Snapper calico slapper
Over seas Napster Chevy pine-apple Africa
Oh mighty God I'm a trappa
Ridin' in this waffle house charger with cartier Napster
Zone3 bast*rd
I can get them ghost like Casper
Fat bank-roll like Jasper
25 keys' in Nebraska
God please make it all freeze I believe in disaster
Jesus is after, self-preservation is first
Tell kids education is first
Sellin' dope is only makin' is worst
n*ggas play with the work, get shot then lay in a hurst
Prayin' at birth, God do ya hear me in the Hemi
Fully auto semi and a fifth a bottle Remy
Ridin' down deihl on skinnies
Sittin' on 26 inches in my fruit punch linen
Duponts spinnin'
Imma keep trappin' and trappin' until I make it in this goddamn rappin'
I'mma tell 'em all how it happened
From Summerhill to Kimney Court
With no got damn cappin', Dro
[Chorus: Young Dro]
We gettin' rich n*gga
We gettin' rich n*gga
They like this n*gga
(uh huh uh huh we gettin' rich uh huh uh huh)
We gettin' rich n*gga
We gettin' rich n*gga
They like this n*gga

[Verse 2: Sunshine]
Twenty-five grand on the wrist
If I was a n*gga y'all b*tches would be on my di*k
Chocolate covered pumps from Berlin
Yeah sunshine take trips
You like how them seven jeans grip my hips
I'm lookin' all sassy when I lick my lips
When I see these tricks
My pockets stay fat with a grip
Cameras stay flashin', I look then I pose with a tilt
Y'all can't do it like me I'm fly
Gotta drop the top like whenever I ride
I get by with my homie on the side
X-T-A-C-I no lie
Young Dro big bro yeah we get dough
100 yard dash fake n*ggas got to go
Only real b*tches feel me at the show
Fiendin' for that X and imma give 'em a li'l more
(uhhh huuuhhh)
We gettin' rich n*gga
If ya wanna holla then u gotta be the sh*t n*gga
f*ck it though they callin' overseas
I told y'all punk hoes better get like me, n*gga
[Chorus: Young Dro]
We gettin' rich n*gga
We gettin' rich n*gga
They like this n*gga
(uh huh uh huh we gettin' rich uh huh uh huh)
We gettin' rich n*gga
We gettin' rich n*gga
They like this n*gga

[Verse 3: Young Dro]
You know how tried me it's the principle, I am so difficult
My life is irresistible, they judge me in municipal
State court lawyers make drug cases fixable
Million dollars every year, grand hustle ritual
Benz coupe sixable, now models are kissable
Diamonds are wristable, the finger on my wrist is blue
I'm the only n*gga that a bunch of people listen too
They tell me that I'm lyrical, I promised 'em a miracle
Spiritual, even though my conditions are critical
Devil ain't see-able, but God made him hearable
Lord I am fearable, I'm hard but I'm tearable
SS Impala ride out deer-able
Wood grain steering wheel, the Porsche truck is tear blue
Pop Krystal like you n*ggas pop a beer or two
Shots to ya queer crib and ain't nobody hearin' you
Young Dro perry homie n*gga we ain't fearin' you
[Outro: Young Dro]
Yo, see u know we gettin' rich anyway n*gga
So you better sit back and watch this sh*t
Young Dro ya
You see me on the block you see me walkin' the blocks aye
(we gettin' rich n*gga!)

[Chorus: Young Dro]
We gettin' rich n*gga
We gettin' rich n*gga
They like this n*gga
(uh huh uh huh we gettin' rich uh huh uh huh)
We gettin' rich n*gga
We gettin' rich n*gga
They like this n*gga