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letra de trust fund - lil wayne & rich the kid

[verse 1: rich the kid & lil wayne]
could have bought a house, but i bought a jesus piece
could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin’ me
could have put her in chanel, she from overseas
could have bought a plain jane, but her wrist freeze
pocket full of maserati, full of swiss cheese
could have pulled up on a jet, but did the jet skis
x pills triple stacked like wendy’s
walkin’ round with the 9 like i’m drew brees
shootin’ those boys, takin’ mickey d’s
tunechi in the lamb truck, i’m in thе bentley b
you was tryna’ get a dеal, i told him “sign to me”
all my n-ggas rich forever, how it gotta be
wait, all you n-ggas b-tch forever, you can’t lie to me
better go and get your reverend, let the choir sing
goin’ hard like a wedding on a diamond ring
ar keep spinnin’ like a slot machine

[chorus: rich the kid, lil wayne, & both]
now a n-gga rich forever, they gon’ call me (they gon’ call me)
coach, put me in the game, i’ve been balling (i’ve been balling)
i was countin’ up the hundreds till the morning (the morning)
we was getting to them racks while they snoring (snoring, yeah)
tryna make a mill’, that’s easy
bought a brand new patek, all water, that’s fiji
the n-ggas who hatin’, they really wan’ be me
you see that i’m rich, back then didn’t believe me
[refrain: lil wayne]
b-tch stop, it’s lonely at the top
i just heard my ears pop
a fiend for the guap, like pookie chris rock
f-ck her for some gucci socks
she gon’ have to run the top, for the flip flops
yeah, boy stop
run up on the opp, i just saw his heart drop
my b-tches on the base, i feel like a shortstop
and i just caught a case, i’ma still ball out
till i ain’t got no more fouls

[chorus: rich the kid & rich the kid & lil wayne]
now a n-gga rich forever, they gon’ call me
coach, put me in the game, i’ve been balling
i was countin’ up the hundreds till the morning
we was getting to them racks while they snoring
tryna make a mill’, that’s easy
bought a brand new patek, all water, that’s fiji
the n-ggas who hatin’, they really wan’ be me
you see that i’m rich, back then didn’t believe me

[verse 2: lil wayne & rich the kid]
i get the bag and go straight to the plug
and i buy his ass out
and now it’s a drought
f-ck on my hoe tili i tire her ass out
my watch face drippin’
i had to ask it “what you cryin’ about?”
flyin’ her out
she get back home she be runnin’ her mouth
pick a bugatti up, put the cullinan down
tell your friends i’ll fly every one of them down
put ’em on a jet, tell ’em meet me in the islands
said she wanna f-ck me and all of my diamonds
my shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeah, he shinin’
let gram drive the bentley and he crashed on the mileage
i’m rich like f-ck it
if i gotta bring your friend, then she f-ckin’
i was broke that hoe left somethin’
haters talkin’ ’bout a whole lot of nothin’
[chorus: rich the kid, lil wayne, & both]
now a n-gga rich forever, they gon’ call me (they gon’ call me)
coach, put me in the game, i’ve been balling (i’ve been balling)
i was countin’ up the hundreds till the morning (the morning)
we was getting to them racks while they snoring (snoring, yeah)
tryna make a mill’, that’s easy
bought a brand new patek, all water, that’s fiji
the n-ggas who hatin’, they really wan’ be me
you see that i’m rich, back then didn’t believe me

[refrain: lil wayne]
b-tch stop, it’s lonely at the top
i just felt my ears pop
a friend for the guap, like pookie chris rock
f-ck her for some gucci socks
she gon’ have to run the top, for the flip flops
yeah, boy stop
pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht
broke b-tches that’s a pet peeve, call blocked
pockets like they got hickeys, all knots
we just go to war, no keys, warlock
ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop
b-tches on the base, i feel like a shortstop
i just caught a case, but i still ball out
till i ain’t got no more fouls
[outro: rich the kid]
trust fund

- lil wayne rich the kid

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