Money don't come by itself
You should know that
"Can I hit your blunt?"
I said hell no ******* buy your own sack
Four grams in a back wood bet I roll that
Till I'm in the ground
I'ma never ******* hold'back
I hope you know that
Find me creep creep creepin
In the street not sleeping
Why you praying and you dreaming
And I'm on planes and I'm leavin
Cause this money don't come by itself
You should know that
Rolling up the good
But the life i'm livin so bad
I ran'outta juice
Gave my money to the **** man
I pour up the duece
******* arround and make a slow jam
Four grams in a back wood bet I roll that
Till I'm in the ground
I'ma never ******* hold'back
People tell me "T.RiCH you ******* cold
I hope you know that
"Can I hit your blunt"
I said hell no ******* buy your own sack..
Rather count up all this bucks
Rather smoke out all my drugs
Xans make me not give a *******
The dead might just come visit us
Creep creep creepin
In the street not sleeping
Why you praying and you dreaming
I'm on planes and I'm leavin
Cause this money don't come by itself
You should know that..
Rolling up the good
but the life I'm livin so bad