Rags2Riches (feat. ATR Son Son)

(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
(Six, chill, fool, for real, for real)
(Yeah)
Look
Uh, look

We went from rags to riches, uh
Project fences to livin' luxury
Now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom, nobody gave nothing to me
Be careful while fucking with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it, they cuttin' for me
Yeah, they gon' cut you for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut you for free
Say she in love with me (What else?)
But save your love, I just want your company
I fall in the club for free
I give out daps and them hugs, wasn't no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (What else?)
This type of shit is what make a hater

When you got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no fuck, yeah
Don't give no fuck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin that money, yeah
We getting that money, yeah

Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else? Damn)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
To riches (What else? Damn)

Yeah
Rags to riches, rags to (Ayy, Zay, B Tano got that gas)
Rags to riches, rags to riches (6, chill, fool, for real, for real)
Rags to riches
Damn
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