Rahmeak Taylor - Rich Lyrics

1800 I'm the ish I was going ham, trying to double what i get
Sipping out of double cups, mixed it with a twist and the priors
That a nigga want is being rich rich, rich, rich that's a Pryor joke
You don't no smoke you gone call the folks I call all the shots
Turn you to a ghost haters do the most I don't I don't boast
Dolo be the name solo be the game, no more 14karate mama
Vvs the chain, we open like a CVS and GNC the cain, we cut it
Better yeah they love it better its the same, feeling froggy leap
I put a bullet through your brain, tear a hater out the frame just
For mentioning my name, still can't trust gang members in my
Gang and I still push the petal to the metal wood grain