Wanna Be Rich

[Intro]
Yes
One time for your mind, one time for your mind
Let's get this this cheddar, baby
Regulate upstate, son
I want the Lex, Coup, Beamers and the Benz
Check it

[Verse 1]
I wanna be rich, I want my cash in stacks
So I can match, and get my people out the shacks
It's a long climb but Sugar Hill is real
We can make it to the top if we all just chill
I'm out for luxury, comfortably, just the way I wanna be
No matter what they tell you, son, it's all about the money, G
Get paid cuz ain't nobody giving up jack
That's why we hustle and scrap and all my people sell cracks
To get they loot on
I'm moving on to bigger and better, give me that cheddar
I'm talking bout Polo sweaters, butter leather
And many mansions, out the patio expansions
Two door garage, Olympic pools and pretty women dancing
I wanna rock while the guard at my gate
A pit bull in my Beamer, plus a poisonous snake
So I'll lay back, count the cake, and let the good times roll
I'll see you at the Grammys when my joint goes gold

[Hook 1]
I want it all, the whole shebang, icy rings for kings
Plus a fatter tire chain with a medallion that swing
It ain't about being the baddest but the status still matters
Tryna climb these ladders
And turn these paper plates to silver platters

[Verse 2]
My fam is stressed, my residence is tense
Now we squabbling, and hollering over dollars and cents
I'm tryna pay the rent, plus keep them lights on, yo turn my mic on
So I can spark and put some loot up in my mind's pocket
Plans unravel as we travel
The spots we never been to, when we eat at
We don't worry about the menu
Yeah, but that's the dream that I chase
Till I get laced with the figures
Flexing in a slick Vega with my nigga
Sporting Hilfiger, Nautica wear
Ayo, it's raw up in here
Y'all better snatch me out the stores this year
And if you bootleg, you lose your head, bust your leg
And you can end up dead playing with a rapper's bread
Give me my creds by the hundred, my loot up in abundance
That goes for me and my brothers that I run with, son
I want the finer things, Polo designer jeans
Photos and magazines, dolo when bagging cream

[Hook 2]
I want to be rich, I want to be large
I want to live like John Gotti outside the bars
I want to be rich, I want to be large
I want to keep it real, building a cypher with the cards
I want to be rich, I want to be large
I want to help feed my people like Pablo Escobar
I want to be rich, I want to be large
I want to push the flyest cars and roll with the stars

[Verse 3]
I want it all, the whole shebang, icy rings for kings
Plus a fat Italian chain with a medallion that swings
It ain't about being the baddest but the status still matters
Tryna climb these ladders
And turn these paper plates to silver platters
Give me the dollars and the clout and I'm out
Switch accounts, big amounts
Dropping cheques that don't bounce
It be legit, kid, in a position to order things
And stopped wishing my loot was longer than a quarter minx
Cuz I remember times mom's could barely carry me
Now I'm sincerely giving up cheddar to charity, son
I'm hooking up all my boys with toys
Hitting them up for the chords
Meanwhile the boss is in the Rolls-Royce
But till then, that's just a vision that I visualize
Cutting ties with [?]

[Hook 1]