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rod wave featuring atr son son - rags2riches Lyrics
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(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
(Six chill, fool, for real, for real)

Yeah, uh, look, uh, look
We went from rags to riches, uh (yeah)
Project fences, to livin' luxury
Now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom nobody gave nothin' to me
Be careful while f*ckin' with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it they cuttin' for me
Yeah, they gon' cut ya for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut ya for free

Say she in love with me (what else?)
But save your love, I just want your company (pray for love)
I fall in the glove for free (yeah)
I give out daps and them hugs but no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (what else?)
This type of shit is what make a hater

When ya got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no f*ck, yeah
Don't give no f*ck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We gettin' that money, yeah

Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?) (Damn)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
To riches (what else?) (Damn)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (Six chill, fool, for real, for real)
Rags to riches
You don't wanna hear me say yeah, uh, nah
I don't wanna hear me say to you
Damn, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
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(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
(Six chill, fool, for real, for real)

Yeah, uh, look, uh, look
We went from rags to riches, uh (yeah)
Project fences, to livin' luxury
Now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom nobody gave nothin' to me
Be careful while f*ckin' with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it they cuttin' for me
Yeah, they gon' cut ya for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut ya for free

Say she in love with me (what else?)
But save your love, I just want your company (pray for love)
I fall in the glove for free (yeah)
I give out daps and them hugs but no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (what else?)
This type of shit is what make a hater

When ya got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no f*ck, yeah
Don't give no f*ck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We gettin' that money, yeah

Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?) (Damn)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
To riches (what else?) (Damn)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (Six chill, fool, for real, for real)
Rags to riches
You don't wanna hear me say yeah, uh, nah
I don't wanna hear me say to you
Damn, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
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Writer: Adam Janecek, Adarsh Mani, Rod Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CREATE MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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