🎵 Rich // by A-Reece

14 Contributors Rich Lyrics [Verse 1] (Yeah, yeah!) Babyboy make it look easy I’m working like I can’t afford to go holiday When I moved out of the city they said I won’t make it I told them, “I’ll find a way” Ever since then I’ve been loyal and true to myself I don’t care what you’ve got to say I think you better off far away riding the wave My flow like a waterway Studio set up wherever we at I rap, put out and make racks (Yeah!) Pin up the city on top of the map And you just woke up from your nap (Yeah!) They put up twenty I tell them to double it We cannot keep it at that (Yeah!) Fucking this shit up already I ain’t even started they saying I’m back (Yeah!) Haven’t been home for a minute I owe Ma a visit I miss being with her (Yeah!) She's been outside taking pictures cause I’m getting bigger I guess we don’t differ (Yeah!) She say that I’m all that I need So if I need advice I speak to the mirror (Yeah!) I already know what they plotting this season No secret, just log in on Twitter (Wooh!) Claiming to call up your hitters, pshh We could pay em and make em my hitters TWC in the building and we ain't even cut up the ribbon (Yeah!) Let me explain so you get it If she ain’t with you, then she with us Man I thought that shit a given (Yeah!) Young nigga look how we living [Interlude: Bob Marley & Reporter From 60 minutes (Channel nine Australia) 1979] Reporter: Are you a rich man? Bob Marley: What you mean rich, what ya mean? Reporter: Do you have a lot of possessions? Lot of money in the bank? Bob Marley: Possession make you rich? I don’t have that type of richness. My richness is life [Verse 2] Wooh! If I only had one wish I’d wish that me and my niggas get rich (Yeah!) Praying my enemies live no shit They say that you get what you give (Yeah!) I’m never out making friends That’s it man I’m just avoiding pretense (Yeah!) My work is ten out of ten Admit it, ya’ll are not anywhere near (Yeah!) Look how I pose for the lens I’m the only one posing a threat, (Yeah!) Game in the palm of my hands Did all that shit off the neck (Yeah!) Fuck who you thinking is next, who comes after me be the set I don’t rehearse I don’t prep (Yeah!) Let em all know I’m the best (Wooh!) [Interlude: Reporter From 60 minutes (Channel nine Australia) 1979] Do you have a lot of possessions? Lot of money in the bank?