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Thouzand Floyd - Die Rich Lyrics



Thouzand Floyd - Die Rich Lyrics




I'm ninety degrees on it
You got to show me you want me
Get down on your knees for it
I got to get to the bag baby
Believe in me
I'm stressed out but I'll die about that bitch
Say she don't work in the club baby deceiving me
I like to visit my choices
I like to listen to voices
I like it when it get noisy niggas is still in the motions
She gone be here with her boyfriend
We gotta act like we strangers
You like it when it get dangerous
Can't let a op see me
I'm comin out of your building
I got a fan base but I'll
Put a nigga on a Gildan
Can't tell me nothin
I'll risk it all for these millions
I got dirty money on me baby I'm filthy

I'm stressed out but a nigga got to
Die rich
I got plenty hoes but I still ride for my bitch
I got plenty ops can't tell which one which
You could give a nigga anything and he still switch
I'm stressed out but a nigga got to
Die rich
Got plenty hoes but I still ride
For my bitch
Got plenty opps can't tell which one which
You could give a nigga anything and he still switch

I'm all on my own yeah
I'm still the old me, and my enemies are my
Old friends
Use to be scared as f*ck to die alone
But that was my old fears
I got anxiety I got the drugs
I wrote not a whore on the bus
And the numbers went up yeah
I needed money like a muf*cka
You know that it's dangerous
I was about to start sellin' weed
And waste trainers
Those were the dark times
Back with niggas use to get they jaw broke
For a smartphone
Don't get yo heartbroke
I don't do Xans
That shit a no no
I wrote this in bed with a stripper at three in the mornin' damn
Can't let a opp see me
I'm comin outta yo building
I got a fan base
But I'll put a nigga on a Gildan
Can't tell me nothin
I'll risk it all for these millions
I got dirty money on me baby I'm filthy
(Ugh)

I'm stressed out but a nigga got to
Die rich
I got plenty hoes but I still ride for my bitch
I got plenty ops can't tell which one which
You could give a nigga anything and he still switch
I'm stressed out but a nigga got to
Die rich
Got plenty hoes but I still ride
For my bitch
Got plenty opps can't tell which one which
You could give a nigga anything and he still switch
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I'm ninety degrees on it
You got to show me you want me
Get down on your knees for it
I got to get to the bag baby
Believe in me
I'm stressed out but I'll die about that bitch
Say she don't work in the club baby deceiving me
I like to visit my choices
I like to listen to voices
I like it when it get noisy niggas is still in the motions
She gone be here with her boyfriend
We gotta act like we strangers
You like it when it get dangerous
Can't let a op see me
I'm comin out of your building
I got a fan base but I'll
Put a nigga on a Gildan
Can't tell me nothin
I'll risk it all for these millions
I got dirty money on me baby I'm filthy

I'm stressed out but a nigga got to
Die rich
I got plenty hoes but I still ride for my bitch
I got plenty ops can't tell which one which
You could give a nigga anything and he still switch
I'm stressed out but a nigga got to
Die rich
Got plenty hoes but I still ride
For my bitch
Got plenty opps can't tell which one which
You could give a nigga anything and he still switch

I'm all on my own yeah
I'm still the old me, and my enemies are my
Old friends
Use to be scared as f*ck to die alone
But that was my old fears
I got anxiety I got the drugs
I wrote not a whore on the bus
And the numbers went up yeah
I needed money like a muf*cka
You know that it's dangerous
I was about to start sellin' weed
And waste trainers
Those were the dark times
Back with niggas use to get they jaw broke
For a smartphone
Don't get yo heartbroke
I don't do Xans
That shit a no no
I wrote this in bed with a stripper at three in the mornin' damn
Can't let a opp see me
I'm comin outta yo building
I got a fan base
But I'll put a nigga on a Gildan
Can't tell me nothin
I'll risk it all for these millions
I got dirty money on me baby I'm filthy
(Ugh)

I'm stressed out but a nigga got to
Die rich
I got plenty hoes but I still ride for my bitch
I got plenty ops can't tell which one which
You could give a nigga anything and he still switch
I'm stressed out but a nigga got to
Die rich
Got plenty hoes but I still ride
For my bitch
Got plenty opps can't tell which one which
You could give a nigga anything and he still switch
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Writer: Thouzand Floyd
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