DeLuca - Old & Rich (feat. Official T-Rob & Compo$ure) Lyrics

Uh
Yeah

It's so much on my plate
There's so much on my mind
Lately I been so focused
I'm on a steady grind
I gotta be the leader
I can't follow the line
Yeah I hear em speaking
But they talking them lies

I can overcome every obstacle
Any challenge, any problem you give me
I'm not a fool
I'm a genius and you know this
My shit look, smell and taste
Like some mothaf*ckin roses

Ahchoo bless me please
My flow just sneezed
My enemies bow down
When they thinking of me
They love me and they can't resist
My flow is sick
These bitch niggas pissed
Cuz they broke and can't get fixed
That hocus-pocus smack all you nosey pricks
I don't get it you whack and you bogus bitch
My cultured clique stays up on that working shit
We won't give in until the day we old and rich

Till we old and rich
Yeah we grinding Till we old and rich,
I'll cut the fam a check
Before I put a Rollie on my wrist
Man how you talk money when you don't know how to flip a brick
Oh they hating? Ima let em hate, I'm just stacking chips

And Ima hungry artist... you know I got my dip!
If I spend that money Ima get it back just as quick
And Ion even gotta flex, all of them know how it is
That nigga worried bout a necklace
How I got em pissed?

Yeah I was up late night
Getting to the bag, getting to the paper
I'm thinking bout a stack even when the day comes
Cuz when I go night night I wanna wake up

Inna Inna Inna f*cking Bentley filled up with them benjis
I want plenty, you could have yo shit
Ion want no pennies

And it's a blessing when I get these checks
I swear I'm never resting
When a hater see me getting it they swear it's Armageddon

Hit that, bone a chick, taught that hoe to listen
Like Tic-Tac-Toe and shit, but ion owe
O my exes
X's
It's KliT KlaT when I blitz, K already said it
I've been back on my shit, and I'm getting better

Ha! Too legit when I edit
Act wild, cut the bullshit then I send it
HAC Squad on this shit, we gon eat together
And even if we all split, we still gon get that cheddar

Till we old and rich
Yeah we grinding Till we old and rich
I'll cut the fam a check
Before I put a Rollie on my wrist
Man how you talk money when you don't know how to flip a brick
Oh they hating? Ima let em hate, I'm just stacking chips

And Ima hungry artist... you know I got my dip!
If I spend that money Ima get it back just as quick
And Ion even gotta flex, all of them know how it is
That nigga worried bout a necklace
How I got em pissed?

Where were you
When all my niggas had to struggle
For the chicken
We was lucrative wit
Every move in search of
Better livin
Different women
In my vision
Sorry momma
Ima christian
I just wanna make this music
Let these niggas know
I'm different

It's the dog
That's in my soul
That make me different from y'all
When niggas talkin bout mixture
You the last one to brawl
I've seen a lot of niggas
Make it and lot of em fall
But hungry artist gonna take it
We not dropping the ball

And everyday
I'm waking up
And I approach it
With a plan
I just wanna show my brother
What it's like to be the man
So I linked with the collective
Made some music for the fans
Now we on the paper chase
We movin faster than a lamb

Sometimes you gotta watch
Your back
Because some niggas will beg
I'm sending prayers
To fallen soldiers
That i'm hopin they get
It's been a journey
Tryna keep from
Jumpin off of the edge
Same water softens potatoes
Might just harden a egg

Till we old and rich
Yeah we grinding Till we old and rich,
I'll cut the fam a check
Before I put a Rollie on my wrist
Man how you talk money when you don't know how to flip a brick
Oh they hating? Ima let em hate, I'm just stacking chips

And Ima hungry artist... you know I got my dip!
If I spend that money Ima get it back just as quick
And Ion even gotta flex, all of them know how it is
That nigga worried bout a necklace
How I got em pissed?