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Rich in Real Video (MV)




Performed By: Ryan-Alan
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Ryan Spencer




Ryan-Alan - Rich in Real Lyrics




Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah

I told her she should come and ride
Hop up in the sprinter
No I don't work at the mint
But I'm a money printer
I put shorty on the wall like she was a pinup
Still ridin wit my dawgs
I ain't ever switch up
Crack a dutch
Dump the guts
Load the fire
Spark me up
Got no desire for fake love
I ran amok, right out the mud

Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah

I save all my flexin for the gym
Weak niggas, they don't wanna rep for rep wit him
Got the recipe and I been whippin ever since
Got the city mad like it wasn't heaven sent
Smokin big Gelato and it got a heavy scent
Manifested from the Acura up to the bent
I remember we was camp sitin' wit no tents
Now we on the way and Lambo ridin, limo tints
They say so and so the truth, but I still ain't been convinced
My shit is wig snatchin
Have the public lookin' Vince'd
I remain composed, pull a beat up then I vent
Feet up on a jet
Rich in real, that's on the set

Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
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Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah

I told her she should come and ride
Hop up in the sprinter
No I don't work at the mint
But I'm a money printer
I put shorty on the wall like she was a pinup
Still ridin wit my dawgs
I ain't ever switch up
Crack a dutch
Dump the guts
Load the fire
Spark me up
Got no desire for fake love
I ran amok, right out the mud

Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah

I save all my flexin for the gym
Weak niggas, they don't wanna rep for rep wit him
Got the recipe and I been whippin ever since
Got the city mad like it wasn't heaven sent
Smokin big Gelato and it got a heavy scent
Manifested from the Acura up to the bent
I remember we was camp sitin' wit no tents
Now we on the way and Lambo ridin, limo tints
They say so and so the truth, but I still ain't been convinced
My shit is wig snatchin
Have the public lookin' Vince'd
I remain composed, pull a beat up then I vent
Feet up on a jet
Rich in real, that's on the set

Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Rich in real
Ain't too many rich in real
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
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Writer: Ryan Spencer
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