Steezgode - Rags to Riches (feat. Slimelife Marty) Lyrics

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Ride round the town with these folk gone kill shit
New drop-top and you know the roof missing
Transition from the Rags to the Riches
I been on a brand new mission
No tick tack know the wrist-strapped
Brand new Audi with a Bape tag
Brand new money no Hanes now
I been rocking Gucci from the waist down
I could never fold on a bitch now
Niggas acting fake what they really bout
I been on top I'm that nigga now
Big chilling on a yacht with a bitch now
Everybody talk like the rich now
I'm the same young nigga from the head down
Marty gotta blicky with a hunnid rounds
Play him he gone break a nigga back down

Break a nigga back down
Go ahead and tap out
Setting up shop ina Wraith now
I cannot stunt on the front got the keys to the Benz in the safe with the Greyhound
Yeah, yeah
I hit the streets for them hits
I hit a lick for them kicks
I brought out Marty for his
Yeah
Pull up matte black Audi we riding on top
All of this money gone spend it on rocks
I got these diamonds from Avianne rocks
I'm dripped in designer all the way to my socks
My shootas for real and you know that we got it
Got Solo and James and the catching some bodies
Can't hoop with no nigga that all about whining
I run to the money I laced up my Nikes

This a Hellcat, not a Rt
I don't know the bitch name but she a freak
Yeah wrist on froze she gone leave with me
Might blow a couple racks in Givenchy
Yeah, yeah
She don't even know my name but she see a nigga racking
Ahh I'm bouta f*ck her Ima bring her to back
I don't know the bitch name so I won't give her back yeah (Woo)

Ride round the town with these folk gone kill shit
New drop-top and you know the roof missing
Transition from the Rags to the Riches
I been on a brand new mission
No tick tack know the wrist-strapped
Brand new Audi with a Bape tag
Brand new money no Hanes now
I been rocking Gucci from the waist down
I could never fold on a bitch now
Niggas acting fake what they really bout
I been on top I'm that nigga now
Big chilling on a yacht with a bitch now
Everybody talk like the rich now
I'm the same young nigga from the head down
Marty gotta blicky with a hunnid rounds
Play him he gone break a nigga back down

Off-White all on me
Rocking these sneakers they came from Armani
Water my neck and it look like Dasani
I'm fresher than death catch a cold from my body
Yeah, yeah Nina up on me
Venus Serena got haze in my body
Two seater Bently got haters around me
That's a big foreign whip don't park nothing around me
I went from Rags up to Riches
I went from babe up to Bitches
I went from hundreds to millions
I made it out with no handout I'm focused on money I handle my business
Handle my business, I am the man yeah I handle my business
Straight off the lot know the coupe roof went missing
My money tall like the Rock too impressive (Yeahh)
New bankroll the money don't fold
This a new sound had to pass it "On Go"
Got a new bitch and she down cuz she know
Thumbing through hunnids my neck been on froze
I was on go Infinity Bros
"Slimed Out the Suburbs" the life that I chose
My pockets got full I can't go back no more
Slimed out for life and I'm standing on toes (Woo)

Ride round the town with these folk gone kill shit
New drop-top and you know the roof missing
Transition from the Rags to the Riches
I been on a brand new mission
No tick tack know the wrist-strapped
Brand new Audi with a Bape tag
Brand new money no Hanes now
I been rocking Gucci from the waist down
I could never fold on a bitch now
Niggas acting fake what they really bout
I been on top I'm that nigga now
Big chilling on a yacht with a bitch now
Everybody talk like the rich now
I'm the same young nigga from the head down
Marty gotta blicky with a hunnid rounds
Play him he gone break a nigga back down