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LYRICFLUENTMade It Lyrics by Rich The Kid, Jay Critch, Rick Ross
Below, you will find the lyrics for Made It by Rich The Kid.
La música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we coming nigga
Broke ass nigga
Broke ass, bitch ass boy
I might pull the Bentley out
I came up and I got rich, it ain't no handouts
I'm a flock and she a bird
Whole team Rich Forever, that's my word
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny
Same bougie bitches calling now they stalking me
All I know I gotta flex up
Drop a bag ice my neck up
Ooh, put 'em on a stretcher
She too extra don't do lectures
That's Alisha or Alexa?
Rich Forever bitch we got them extras
Bitch I've been balling, no reason
Fuck her one time then she need me
My diamonds as clear as the TV
My water, my wrist is on Fiji
Money too tall like grown up
Might pull out the Masi' do donuts
She suck me, my pockets so swole up
You getting too close, bitch hold up
Racks whole lotta bands on me
Got that check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on 'em
And she cooking breakfast naked
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn't make it
I just signed a contract like a Laker
Santorini Greece where I'ma take her
Blue and yellow diamonds like a Jacob
Kissing on me can't be smearin' all that makeup
Fuckin' up my beard, the barber see a pay cut
Catch a flight so it's time to get a taper
Your homies pressin' charges, nigga you the plaintiff
Suing for a niggas bread, you need a Danish
For this picture to be perfect I'ma paint it
Picasso with the picture, bitches still my favorite
Now back to the flow, now back to the boss
The darker her skin, the more I get off
Pinky ring that was 80
Could of got in Mercedes
Niggas singin' Rich Forever so you know we related
So you know we related
Yeah you know we related
I might pull the Bentley out
I came up and I got rich, it ain't no handouts
I'm a flock and she a bird
Whole team Rich Forever, that's my word
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny
Same bougie bitches calling now they stalking me
All I know I gotta flex up
Drop a bag ice my neck up
These niggas fake it 'til they make it
They need to stick to the basics
Gotta show out, drop a bag I'm in Aces
Diamonds froze now yeah my chain different races
I'ma spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it's never relations
With the killers like Freddy and Jason
How I ran up them racks it's amazing
You flexing with packs, we gon' take it
Me and my niggas came out the basement
We been trapping, make sure they can't trace it
I'ma jump in the coupe and I'm racing
I'ma fuck on your boo and erase it
All these broke niggas talking can't take it
We gon' pull up throw shots like the Matrix
Hood fave with the clutch like game set
Racks whole lotta bands on me
Got that check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on 'em
And she cooking breakfast naked
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn't make it
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