Trust Fund (Clean)
Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid"Trust Fund (Clean)" is a song by Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:42 long and contains 91 lines and 721 words.
Lyrics
0:00Could have bought a house but I bought a Jesus piece
0:02Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin' me
0:04Could have put her in Chanel she from overseas
0:06Could have bought a Plain Jane but her wrist freeze
0:08Pocket full of Maserati full of swiss cheese
0:10Could have pulled up on a Jet but did the Jet Skis
0:12X pills triple stacked like Wendy's
0:14Walkin' round with the 9 like I'm Drew Brees
0:17Shootin' those boys takin' Mickey D's
0:18Tunechi in the lamb truck I'm in the Bentley B
0:20You was tryna' get a deal I told him Sign to me
0:22All my n***as Rich Forever how it gotta be
0:24Wait all you n***as b***h forever you can't lie to me
0:27Better go and get your Reverend let the choir sing
0:29Goin' hard like a wedding on a Diamond ring
0:31AR keep spinnin' like a slot machine
0:33Now a n***a Rich Forever they gon' call me
0:34They gon' call me
0:35Coach put me in the game I've been balling
0:36I've been balling
0:37I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning
0:38The morning
0:39We was getting to them racks while they snoring
0:40Snoring yeah
0:41Tryna make a mill' that's easy
0:43Bought a brand new Patek all water that's fiji
0:45The n***as who hatin' they really wan' be me
0:47You see that I'm Rich back then didn't believe me
0:49B***h stop it's lonely at the top
0:51I just heard my ears pop
0:52A fiend for the guap like Pookie Chris Rock
0:54F**k her for some Gucci socks
0:55She gon' have to run the top for the flip flops
0:57Yeah boy stop
0:58Run up on the opp I just saw his heart drop
1:00My b***hes on the base I feel like a shortstop
1:02And I just caught a case I'ma still ball out
1:04Till I ain't got no more fouls
1:05Now a n***a Rich Forever they gon' call me
1:07Coach put me in the game I've been balling
1:09I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning
1:11We was getting to them racks while they snoring
1:13Tryna make a mill' that's easy
1:15Bought a brand new Patek all water that's fiji
1:18The n***as who hatin' they really wan' be me
1:19You see that I'm Rich back then didn't believe me
1:22I get the bag and go straight to the plug
1:24And I buy his a*s out
1:25And now it's a drought
1:26F**k on my h*e tilI I tire her a*s out
1:28My watch face drippin'
1:29I had to ask it What you cryin' about
1:31Flyin' her out
1:32She get back home she be runnin' her mouth
1:34Pick a Bugatti up put the Cullinan down
1:36Tell your friends I'll fly every one of them down
1:38Put 'em on a jet tell 'em meet me in the islands
1:40Said she wanna f**k me and all of my diamonds
1:42My shooter from the trenches got a chain yeah he shinin'
1:44Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage
1:46I'm Rich like f**k it
1:47If I gotta bring your friend then she f**kin'
1:49I was broke that h*e left somethin'
1:51Haters talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin'
1:53Now a n***a Rich Forever they gon' call me
1:56They gon' call me
1:56Coach put me in the game I've been balling
1:58I've been balling
1:58I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning
2:00The morning
2:00We was getting to them racks while they snoring
2:02Snoring yeah
2:02Tryna make a mill' that's easy
2:04Bought a brand new Patek all water that's fiji
2:07The n***as who hatin' they really wan' be me
2:08You see that I'm Rich back then didn't believe me
2:10B***h stop it's lonely at the top
2:12I just felt my ears pop
2:13A friend for the guap like Pookie Chris Rock
2:15F**k her for some Gucci socks
2:16She gon' have to run the top for the flip flops
2:18Yeah boy stop
2:19Pull up on the jet jet skis or yacht
2:21Broke b***hes that's a pet peeve call blocked
2:23Pockets like they got hickeys all knots
2:25We just go to war no keys warlock
2:27Ran up on the opp saw that boy heart drop
2:30B***hes on the base I feel like a shortstop
2:31I just caught a case but I still ball out
2:33Till I ain't got no more fouls
2:42Trust Fund
Could have bought a house but I bought a Jesus piece Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin' me Could have put her in Chanel she from overseas Could have bought a Plain Jane but her wrist freeze Pocket full of Maserati full of swiss cheese Could have pulled up on a Jet but did the Jet Skis X pills triple stacked like Wendy's Walkin' round with the 9 like I'm Drew Brees Shootin' those boys takin' Mickey D's Tunechi in the lamb truck I'm in the Bentley B You was tryna' get a deal I told him Sign to me All my n***as Rich Forever how it gotta be Wait all you n***as b***h 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 Now a n***a 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 till the morning The morning We was getting to them racks while they snoring Snoring yeah Tryna make a mill' that's easy Bought a brand new Patek all water that's fiji The n***as who hatin' they really wan' be me You see that I'm Rich back then didn't believe me B***h stop it's lonely at the top I just heard my ears pop A fiend for the guap like Pookie Chris Rock F**k 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***hes on the base I feel like a shortstop And I just caught a case I'ma still ball out Till I ain't got no more fouls Now a n***a Rich Forever they gon' call me Coach put me in the game I've been balling I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning We was getting to them racks while they snoring Tryna make a mill' that's easy Bought a brand new Patek all water that's fiji The n***as who hatin' they really wan' be me You see that I'm Rich back then didn't believe me I get the bag and go straight to the plug And I buy his a*s out And now it's a drought F**k on my h*e tilI I tire her a*s 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 Said she wanna f**k me and all of my diamonds My shooter from the trenches got a chain yeah he shinin' Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage I'm Rich like f**k it If I gotta bring your friend then she f**kin' I was broke that h*e left somethin' Haters talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin' Now a n***a 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 till the morning The morning We was getting to them racks while they snoring Snoring yeah Tryna make a mill' that's easy Bought a brand new Patek all water that's fiji The n***as who hatin' they really wan' be me You see that I'm Rich back then didn't believe me B***h stop it's lonely at the top I just felt my ears pop A friend for the guap like Pookie Chris Rock F**k 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***hes 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***hes on the base I feel like a shortstop I just caught a case but I still ball out Till I ain't got no more fouls Trust Fund
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