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[Verse 1]
Rich by 25
Lord I pray I’m rich by 25
It’s hard to tell a nigga stop
When he got drive
And all he see is money signs
I heard that get a job shit a hundred times
Looked at my mama like she out her mind
Cause once you see 10k off of drug money
What you look like with a 9 to 5
Something on the scale for the fitness
I dropped out of college with the quickness
Like fuck homework nigga
I got work at home
Hol’ up can I get a witness
20 carat Cartier lenses
My daddy didn’t hand me down a business
18, I was linking up with Rico
To split the kilo
And get my money like Mitch’s
Bitches
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And Lord I just want to be rich
I just want the Bentley with the tints on it
That’s money well spent
I came from the bottom
That’s why I live life like this
Cause the drug money come so fast
But I just can’t depend on it
No no no
[Verse 2]
Money in the shoebox
Feeling like Bishop on the rooftop
Rich by 25
Long as they don’t do me like I’m 2Pac
The trap hot, cop a new spot
The M3 cost a few whops
Cop that then I sit it on Spike Lee
That’s 23’s and a boombox
Feeling like radio Raheem
Do the right thing
I’m just out here with my team
Live or die, this shit could go both ways
Cause Malcom had the chopper
Martin Luther had a dream
36 chambers and it’s all about the cream
Laundering, I’m tryna make this dirty money clean
Wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist
Whipping audio dope for the audio fiends
I mean
[Chorus]
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