Young Stotle - I'm Rich

I’m rich. But I don’t got no millions
I’m rich. But not no Beverly Hills rich
I’m rich. Alright well not in that sense
I’m rich. But bitch make no mistake I’m still rich
I’m rich. But I don’t got no millions
I’m rich. But not no Beverly Hills rich
I’m rich. Alright well not in that sense
I’m rich. But bitch make no mistake I’m still rich
Ain’t in it for the money, ain’t got a lot but got plenty
Y’all wrapped in Gucci and Armani
Fuck you think? You a fucking mummy
Can’t take it to the grave, can ya
Like little kids on Christmas Day
Want the material things damn y’all need to save some for Santa
I ain’t really into that, no. Ain’t wanna end up in no debt, so
I keep my opinions to myself, my ego always in check, grind mode but mood mellow
I ain’t tryna ball out cause trust me if I did, I’d go all out
Empty the bank account, buy the mall out
Throw them dollars up let em fall down. Shut em' up, shut em all down
But fuck the possessions I don’t want the possessions
Cause the more that you got the more it possesses
I’d rather have less in exchange for more blessings
People buy the newest nikes. For real it’s impressive
Yet keep em in the boxes as if they defective
I don’t get it I mean I get it but it seems a bit too excessive
I be rocking khakis and a quarter zip
With some Jordan’s. Call that formal informal fit
Like yeah I went to college but you can still crossed up on the court and shit
But even if I ain’t have a thing, you would see
I’d still be rich cause now on this side these days
I swear the same money ain’t as green as it used to be
I’m rich. But I don’t got no millions
I’m rich. But not no Beverly Hills rich
I’m rich. Alright well not in that sense
I’m rich. But bitch make no mistake I’m still rich
I’m rich. But I don’t got no millions
I’m rich. But not no Beverly Hills rich
I’m rich. Alright well not in that sense
I’m rich. But bitch make no mistake I’m still rich
As long as I got family and friends the money’s irrelevant
But still get it for the hell of it
All you jealous bitches ain’t getting no severance
Y’all musta not got the memo. My MO. Ain’t in it for the m-o-n-e-y
Spend too much in my own thoughts to pay you even a penny of time
Life is simple. Don’t over complicate it
Paid my dues to this game. Still owes me a couple payments
So I’m coming for the throne. No more waiting for the reign-in
It’s time I confiscate it. Take what I deserve
Top whatever I should be in the conversation
But at the end of the day, Imma still be gracious
So I don’t listen to what they saying
Y’all wanna be like Bob Marley. But show up at the block party
Dressed like you atop of the hierarchy. Bob, I’m sorry
I know you be turning over in your grave they acting so ungodly
I’m bout to move to an island. Go on a hiatus
Learn how to speak sign language. They say real gs move in silence
That’s the only way that kinda makes sense
Keep my mouth shut. And my mind open
Only talk to these microphones. Might think I’m starting to get lonesome
But oh no, I got everything I need and some
Don’t get the wrong notion
But even if I ain’t have a thing, you would see
I’d still be rich cause now on this side these days
I swear the same money ain’t as green as it used to be
I’m rich. But I don’t got no millions
I’m rich. But not no Beverly Hills rich
I’m rich. Alright well not in that sense
I’m rich. But bitch make no mistake I’m still rich
I’m rich. But I don’t got no millions
I’m rich. But not no Beverly Hills rich
I’m rich. Alright well not in that sense
I’m rich. But bitch make no mistake I’m still rich

Written by:
J. Fernung

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