Rich As Hell - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I gotta bring it

Any time and however you want it

Late at night and I can’t sleep

I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning

That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me

That’s from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely

Bricks and bales

I prefer that chopper, it’s gon' kiss you and won’t never tell

I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL

Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale

Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin', this the rich as hell

Get it and bring it, I flip it

You know how I get it, I know some hard layers

I can speak that work and talk that work

I leave it scarred and pale

Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)

Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real

Ballin', my niggas haulin'

Niggas be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'

I do this often, fuck it, I off 'em

Know that I got 'em, you know I’ma stalk 'em

Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin

Catch who bad?

Bitch, I doubt it

I got youngins wanna off 'em

All this smoke, it got me coughin'

MAC’s-11, I be steppin', bitch, I’m reckless, I’m dumb

Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped

I got bro on top, ain’t tell through a message, we come

We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb

Yeah, you talk that shit, I’m with it, hmm

Watch how quick I whip it

I go Shmurda with them glizzies

I got murder on my tension

I got black on top my lenses

I got straps inside that Bentley

You wan' play, I make you feel it

Come your way, make sure you get it

Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em

Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell 'em

Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven

Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

I gotta bring it

Any time and however you want it

Late at night and I can’t sleep

I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning

That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me

That’s from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely

Bricks and bales

I prefer that chopper, it’s gon' kiss you and won’t never tell

I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL

Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale

Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin', this the rich as hell

Whip that bitch out and she lick it

Check how a nigga be kickin'

I got cases pending, I got THC, it’s liquid

If I point, them youngins hit it

I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood

I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub

Choppin' it

Run her a song, she follow that

Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks

She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don’t sniff that

'Cause bitch, I’ma kick you out, you know that we ain’t with that

I put that strap in her mouth, bitch

I thought I told you don’t talk, bitch

I don’t care 'bout what they talkin', fuck her best friend, bitch, I’m rich

Fuck your man man, ho, I’m lit

Plus my whole clique full of pits

I go put on Fendi pants

Thot, your dad can’t drip like this

Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em

Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell 'em

Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven

Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

I gotta bring it

Any time and however you want it

Late at night and I can’t sleep

I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning

That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me

That’s from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely

Bricks and bales

I prefer that chopper, it’s gon' kiss you and won’t never tell

I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL

Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale

Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin', this the rich as hell