Trust Fund Lyrics - Lil Wayne | Rich The Kid

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 nine like I am drew brees

Shootin’ those boys, takin’ mickey d’s
Tunechi in the lamb truck, I am in the bentley b
You was tryna’ get a deal, I told him “sign too me”
All my ni^^as rich forever, how it gotta be
Wait, all you ni^^as bi^^h forever, you can’t lie too me
Better go & get your reverend, let the choir sing
Goin’ hard like a wedding on a diamond ring
Ar keep spinnin’ like a slot machine

Now a ni^^a rich forever, they gon’ call me
Coach, put me in the game, I have been balling
I was countin’ up the 100s till the morning
We was getting too them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill’, that’s easy
Bought a brand new patek, all water, that’s fiji
The ni^^as who hatin’, they really wan’ be me
You see that I am rich, back then did not believe me

Bi^^h stop, it’s lonely at the top
I just heard my ears pop
A fiend for the guap, like pookie chris rock
F^^k her for some gucci socks
She gon’ have too run the top, for the flip flops
Yeahh, boy stop
Run up on the opp, I just saw his heart drop
My bi^^hes 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

Now a ni^^a rich forever, they gon’ call me
Coach, put me in the game, I have been balling
I was countin’ up the 100s till the morning
We was getting too them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill’, that’s easy
Bought a brand new patek, all water, that’s fiji
The ni^^as who hatin’, they really wan’ be me
You see that I am rich, back then didn’t believe me

I get the bag and go straight too the plug
And I buy his a^s out
And now it’s a drought
F^^k on my hoe tili I tire her a^s out
My watch face drippin’
I had too 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 will fly every one of them down
Put ’em on a jet, tell ’em meet me in the islands
Said she wanna f^^k me & all of my diamonds
My shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeahh, he shinin’
Let gram drive the bentley and he crashed on the mileage
I am rich like f^^k it
If I gotta bring your friend, then she f^^kin’
I was broke that hoe left somethin’
Haters talkin’ ’bout a whole lot of nothin’

Now a ni^^a rich forever, they gon’ call me
Coach, put me in the game, I have been balling
I was countin’ up the 100s till the morning
We was getting too them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill’, that’s easy
Bought a brand new patek, all water, that’s fiji
The ni^^as who hatin’, they really wan’ be me
You see that I am rich, back then didn’t believe me

Bi^^h stop, it’s lonely at the top
I just felt my ears pop
A friend for the guap, like pookie chris rock
F^^k her for some gucci socks
She gon’ have to run the top, for the flip flops
Yeahh, boy stop
Pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht
Broke bi^^hes that’s a pet peeve, call blocked
Pockets like they got hickeys, all knots
We just goo too war, no keys, warlock
Ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop
Bi^^hes 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
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