FYBR (First Year Being Rich) (Explicit)

Yeah yeah
First year being rich I'm 'bout to cop a house on Riverside
Checkin' off my list I buy a boat I put your crib inside
Mental need a fix I'm feeling broken since my ni**a died
Multiply my chips I'm losing count it's hard to memorize
Boost the economy dollar for dollar I gotta be
Lit up my neck hit the lottery
Did it for Prodigy wilding in Prada oh while I be
Worth in my mind and my prophecy
Coppin these properties came with a bank and monopoly
Just bought estate in the colony
Bankin' a shot off the balcony Mob with the Infantry
Rich what I gotta be ni**a
Movin' stories and walkin' through the clouded room
Not the first time being rich not the first time seeing sh*t
Made a promise I ain't going back to bein' broke
First year being rich now I'mma cop me a brick
Brick brick brick
Niggas hittin' bricks then they shittin' bricks
F**k your hit and miss niggas missing hits
Illegitimate at hitting licks
Gold neck full of hidden gems in the gym like I'm gettin' ripped
My rhetoric ni**a let it drip a half a billion by 36
Top of the year was broke
Cash out
Done been had lint in my pocket
Now I'm plugged like a socket bankrolls in my pocket
Paypal was on zero now I'm counting more zeros
Bank account lookin' like Cheerios
With a Mob like Robert De Niro
Had to learn 'bout grind and patience
Took my moms on a trip to Jamaica
I thought I wasn't gon' make it I was so impatient
Stressed out my head was aching now my palms be itchin'
Now these b**ches trippin' now my bank be drippin'
Last year I was broke I ain't goin' back to sh*t
This my first year being rich this my first year being rich
Niggas give me dap and these hoes gon' show me love
I remember what it was I remember what it was
This my first year being rich this my first year being rich
This my first year being rich this my first year being rich
This my first year being rich this my first year being rich
This my first year being rich this my first year being rich
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
She want to rock with the man
She want to hop in the Lamb' rock with the band
She wanna rock with the gang
Ooh pop a lil' band
Ooh I got mo' bands than yo' man
Started from pots and pans to all of these fans
And all these hoes in my pants ooh ooh
I walk in that bih I don't dance ooh
She drippin' lil b**ch she don't dance ooh
Holdin' my dick with no hands ooh
She coolin' me off with no fan ooh
Free my lil guy in the jam ooh
I keep a drum like a band ooh
We robbin these niggas no change ooh
Then I take that to the floor ooh
I'm already rich but I feel like I'm broke
Huh ni**a you know
If I go broke I'ma cop me a O
Yeah buyin' my uncle a stove
Whippin' whippin' whippin' real hard
Teenage whippin' like he Betty Crocker
She eat the dick up she the headdie mobster
When the strippers on me throw confetti dollars
When I touch a billion that's when I'm rich
Stackin' my money you not with the shits
Hundred on the Rollie and my mom got the crib
They callin me Tookie Ice blew it in the crib
Put the hammer in the Benz cause I'm too legit to quit
Addy caught me chillin on the Audi with a b**ch
Call me Niggarace each finger it glists
You try to 2Pac me I hit you with this blaow