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born rich Gunna [Chorus] Ah, ah, our babies gon' be born rich, yeah Our babies must be born rich, yeah, yeah, yeah Ah, ah, our babies gon' be born rich, yeah Our babies must be born rich, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Took today i did good Gunna Today I did good I ain't been eatin' no bullshit And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (The bigger pic) Shit gon gp Gunna that back, Turbo) That my lil' woe, she been pullin' up on us Come right to the spot, I put dick in her stomach (Dick in her stomach) Play with that pussy, play with some more money (Yeah) Young nigga rich time reveals, be careful what you wish for Gunna pull up 'cause I can I see some shit don't go as planned, I understand Started to learn life, and you'll just stand just as a man I'm tryna get back the way I hustled and felt the thrill I'm tryna stay rich i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie) Gunna mhm, mhm Still trim Tailor pants, they all him Audemars wrist, they know it's him I'll probably win an award (mhm) Coupe with suicide doors (mhm) Lil' bitty bitch don't know what's happenin' I'm really rich back in the a Gunna chase You got it off the display ('Splay), I got it from the runway I got it (I got it), fuck it, I go Arthur Blank I don't do this shit for the fame Uh, stackin' these Benjamin Franks (Stackin' 'em) You rich fukumean Gunna Young Gunna Wunna back, callin' me splurge Watch me jump right off the curb Bentley Spur fly like a bird Spin on the first and the third Solid, I'm keepin' my word Can't be my equal, I don't know what $$$ (feat. Normani) Gunna Nothin' less, they all told 'em that life's a game of chess, shit, I guess Made some niggas upset and that's on God, I don't regret Ain't see it like this first, but overall, I'm still blessed Young rich biting my game Gunna stones) Money, power and fame (power and fame) Niggas risking their life for these millions Bitin' my game I got it, givin' 'em ways (I got it) More doe the name is Eight bed room is a maze Young Wunna rich just say dat Gunna revenue, no one ahead of you, stack up your M's (M's) Whole 'nother spot and I own a few Go to my kid when I'm writin' a will (will, will) I'm workin' out at that Patriots stadium gym (gym) I done got rich satisfaction (feat. Asake) Gunna searching for my own satisfaction I'm selling cross the globe trying to protect my soul, keep me happy Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Trapped before I lived, life's game I play my card this ain’t the one I dealt Get rich on me Gunna Colorblind, I see pink, blue and green dollars All the time, I been the one to lead, follow me Follow me (Follow me) Blessed to have a voice worth over a million dollars You ain't gon' stay rich 'til you whatsapp (wassam) Gunna nigga, I don't want your contact I know many men, they pray I don't win I still gotta ride with the compact I'm ridin' the Cullinan, I used to want a cutlass I came a long way, that's a big fact Big Gunna prada dem (feat. Offset) Gunna a Saint Laurent chinchilla (Woo) Million when I walk, I can spend bigger (Spend bigger) Lookin' in her eyes, see the sin in her (Sinner) Fuck it, baby, go'n bring your friend with her (Come on) Young rich neck on a yacht Gunna shirt off, these boys outta shape And Young Flo gon' come turn up the bass Got Biscotti, I'm smokin' this grade A Got some shrooms take me straight outta space I wake up, all I want is a payday I got rich hakuna matata Gunna Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta, young Gunna worth millions of dollars (Millions of dollars) I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (Yeah) Young Wunna prototype Gunna ain't do it right I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes I'm with the seven-seater Range Rover like a Trackhawk I'm one of the trend setters cut from a whole different cloth I done got a rich podcast Gunna house like a grocery store, got plenty bags (Plenty bags) You wouldn't even believe, it's far as you could see (As far as you can see) Look all we achieved, came up off a re-up (Re-up) Look how you got rich Edible (Feat. Gunna) Flo Milli Know the cookie good, but it's gon' hit you like an edible Tryna shoot the club up with a cannon, he's incredible First rich baby daddy in Miami, I'm unstoppable I ain't had no good dick in some months Bittersweet Gunna sweet, now it's bitter Maybach came with pillows, I can't talk in no pillows (Uh) Armed and dangerous, but that don't make me no killer Heard you caught a hit, but that don't make you no killer (Uh) Rich back to the moon Gunna cause I done been fuckin' they hoes Only reason you said it 'cause these niggas said it, you suckin' the dick and the toes You get caught, gotta know how it go 'Cause this shit could get tricky fasho Rich Rich Tedy I don't wanna contribute nothing to society I don't struggle I don't hustle If you want it you can have it Sorry I wasn't born to work No I wasn't born to work I'm too pretty to get dirty yeah I said Lamb Of God Marilyn Manson You're a martyr in the Lamb of God Nothing's gunna change Nothing's gunna change the world There was Lennon in the happy gun There were ruds on the pavement We were looking for the Lamb of God Of Red Earth Lamb Of God You're a martyr in the Lamb of God Nothing's gunna change Nothing's gunna change the world There was Lennon in the happy gun There were ruds on the pavement We were looking for the Lamb of God We back at it Gunna Yeah) Go on a move, better mask up Niggas caught up but be dead drunk Ain't tryna sleep in— Ain't tryna sleep in no damn bunk I'm 'posed to be here making anthems And some of you niggas know well enough Gunna idk nomore Gunna paybach Gunna enough (Wait enough) I take a fall and break it down and build it up (Build it up) Uh, staying down, countin' to hundred plus (Hundred plus) All you fuckin' suckers keep on holdin' nuts (Holdin' nuts) Gunna ca$h $hit Gunna rodeo dr Gunna nigga with internet jokes (Yeah) Fuck this shit, I'm still doin' it for Jeff and Lil Keed and you know it's R.I.P. to the Pope (Yeah) And my heart covered in Chrome, damn, they just now rockin' Chrome Gunna bottom Gunna Bout to eat it, I'm greedy In the coupe with my name in the seating And you ain't seen it You ain't seen it I say fuck you, you know that I mean it I don't care to hear none of your grievance Hit me up, Gunna