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Chuuwee – Get Rich Quick Lyrics

[Intro: ? (Chuuwee)]
Ah fuck man
How do I get her back though (Ching ching get rich to this)
That's the real question, 'cause like, I want her back (Ching ching get rich to this)
I don't wanna rush though you see (Ching ching get rich to this)
But I want her though (On some Goodie Mob shit, get rich to this)
I gotta get her back (Riding real og in the tinted Benz, little niggas)
Bro she-she's like into these...

[Verse 1]
Bruce Lee spit game like scissor kick
My light skinned bitch get sza thicc
She so intimate
I'm so into it
Too legit to quit
You ain't never met a nigga with my sentiments
She the shit to men
But I think my baby mama might be into chicks
She be with this shit
Hit a sprint to this
I was chasin' after bag on some goodie mob shit
Get rich to this
Black hoodie no good in the trenches with
Six niggas and they might have clips with them
We was laughin', I'll see what kind of whip you in
Pay attention, I knew that you would slip again

[Hook]
Get rich to this
On some Goodie Mob shit
Get rich to this
Ridin' real og in the tinted Benz
Little niggas can't see us like censorship
Where you get all the cheese
I been pimpin' pens
Count big face bills, getting dividends
I was at the cantina get chip to this
All black, all black, I was dipped in it
Oooh ching ching
Get rich to this
On some Goodie Mob shit
Get rich to this
Ridin' real og in the tinted Benz
Count big face bills, getting dividends
Oooh ching ching ayy

[Verse 2]
You already know that I'm finna wreck the beat
Bad yellow bone damn she get sex to sleep
Want to know about shorty gotta check with me
Chase bank, big hang, got a check with me
Super thin, long limbs, can't flex with me
Got me twisted, I feel like Keith Sweat with me
All my new shit bumpin' like leprosy
Getting bag so your watch ain't impressin' me
How you feel, stayin' trill 'til the death of me
Real niggas, real bitches on the left of me
Drug dealers, couple killers get respect from me
She might get a pair of shoes if she let me peek
Oh, I thought you niggas knew I'm finna wreck the beat
Tell the snares and the drums they can rest in peace
Don't test me or California exit me
Tell my enemies I'm finna help them rest in peace

[Hook]
Get rich to this
On some Goodie Mob shit
Get rich to this
Ridin' real og in the tinted Benz
Little niggas can't see us like censorship
Where you get all the cheese
I been pimpin' pens
Count big face bills, getting dividends
I was at the cantina get chip to this
All black, all black, I was dipped in it
Oooh ching ching
Get rich to this
On some Goodie Mob shit
Get rich to this
Ridin' real og in the tinted Benz
Count big face bills, getting dividends
Oooh ching ching ayy
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