Flipp Dinero - Rich Today Lyrics

Rich Today Lyrics by Flipp Dinero

[Intro] Rich
One more time
Yeah, ayy
How you get money?
How you get money?
I keep a blunt and the loud and I’m
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1] How you get money? (Ayy, skrr)
I keep a blunt and the loud and I’m smokin’ on dope like it’s nothin’
My diamonds bussin’
She like the way that I dress, so you know that she f–kin’, she bussin’
I’m never frontin’ (Ayy), we makin’ play to the sh!t (Ayy), never play with the sh-t (What?), man I’m thumbin’ (Ayy, ayy, uh)
Turn in to something (Ayy, ayy, uh)
Hop in the block and I drop the cash (Ayy, ayy, uh), and you know I be stuntin’ (Yeah)

[Verse 2] I pull up, I’m keeping the mask on
You know it’s a stick up, remember them days I was stuck
I’m that niqqa they pa$$ed on (Skrr, skrr)
Now I step when I walk, and the cash gone (Ha)
Got the whip and I pull in the fast zone
How the f–k he go get it? They said I was trippin’, no wonder them niqqas got laughed on
Concentrate when I thumb through the bag

Yeah, ayy
Now I’m gettin’ racks
‘Bout forty thousand a show (Uh)
I got forty-two thou’ on my neck
The f–k, who gon’ stop me? (B!tch)
I’ve been on this sh!t, sippin’ lean, movin’ slow for the bag, I’ma jet
So what you gon’ tell me you know ’bout the racks?
A young niqqa spend it, then get this sh!t back (Ayy, ayy)
I said that I got this sh!t off for my gualas (Yeah, yeah)
They call me young Pablo, they see I connect (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
fvck niqqas plottin’, these fvckin’ niqqas watchin’ this .30 clip off when I pipe it out
‘Cause I’m gettin’ this money, I’m all in my bag and I swear it ain’t nothin’ to talk about (Talk about)
You ain’t gang, you can’t step when I’m walkin’ out (Walkin’ out)
Keep that thang with the flame when I’m walkin’ out (Walkin’ out)

Tell my driver to pull up and park by the exit, the work in that comfort zone, I’m walkin’ out (Skrr, skrr)
Been on my lonely, it’s all for the guala, I swim in the commas, I stack up the G’s (Ayy, ayy)
Do for my momma, my brothers, my family
I’m in the trenches, I wanna live East
I just want livin’ this life, gotta pay up the price, just to do what I want when I please
Pull off in Lambos and Beamers, that sh!t that go fast and I’m pullin’ up off of the scene (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus] I’ma get rich today (Yeah)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Racks, B!tch)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that’s Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrr)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Racks, B!tch)
I said I’ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Skrr, skrr)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that’s Gucci and Louis (Yeah)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
I’ma get rich today (Yeah)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Racks, B!tch)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that’s Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrr)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Racks, B!tch)
I said I’ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy)
I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Skrr, skrr)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that’s Gucci and Louis (Yeah)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Yeah, yeah, ayy)

[Verse 3] They say my pockets just look a lil’ bigger
I’m gettin’ racks, that young niqqa figure
Came from the hood where I been in that tenet
They hate me or love me, I still up and get it
Livin’ this life like this sh!t is a mission
The f–k you gon’ tell me? You f–k niqqas trippin’ (Yeah)
I get the bag and I peep my own vision
And I do the dash and you know I go missin’
I’m popping tags, yeah, I feel like the man Money Meech in the streets what they talk about
Said they have ’bout these fifties and fifties and hunnids, see this be that sh-t I can’t talk about
Got the glizzy on me and the XD on me, make you fvck niqqas park when I’m on the roll
niqqa came up from nothin’, my diamonds be bussin’
They sleepin’, then say sh-t they talk about, ayy

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