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Correct Get Rich Quick Lyrics
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[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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