Ray Alexis, Obed - Hood Rich Lyrics

Diary of broke nigga
Empty wallet
Homie needing cash
Tryna stay a float
And hoping that my dollas gonna last
I’m with this one chick thick
Her Body shaped hour glass
Hope lil mama still throwing me that assssss
Ohh honey honey
Ain’t got a lot but treat you like a queen
I don’t fly shit just to get up in between
I wanna be rich
Need that jack in the bean
And I ain't stupid I just like the color green
I need that money
I’m hunt I need bad
Bout to sell all the shit that I have
Ain’t shit sunny
I'm feeling numb
I feel attacked
How the lord gon do me like that
I need that money
It’s in my eyes
I’m getting chills
I should probably hit a lick to pay my bill
And ain’t shit funny
I never been the type for them jokes
Keeping it real
I just hate being broke
I'm a hustler baby
Tryna get the bag till the well runs dry
Call me crazy
I don't really do shit unless it feels right
Don't test my gangster
Don't touch my money
Don't test my gangster
Don't touch my money
I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby
Diary of a rich nigga
Put it on the card driving sports cars
Ain’t Really fucking with the bars
I need that Mozart
Got it pushing weight so you a nigga work hard
Talk about a bag
Mother fucker I got Goyard
I go hard
Plus the baddest bitch
I ain’t mad at this
Growing up we never really had us shit
(ding dong)
Door bell rings
Who can it be 2:33
It's Amazon waiting for me
Open the door
A dude yells out get on the floor
Pulls a gun then he starts to explore
Where the cash at
I need ya safe
Fucks the place
He ain’t gonna wait
Cuffs my hand and covers my face
I’m getting the shakes
I need the loot
Hurry up nigga I'll shoot
He took shot just to show me the proof
I said it’s upstairs down the hall
Moneys under the bed
He said now I’m a rich nigga
And shot me in the Head
I'm a hustler baby
Tryna get the bag till the well runs dry
Call me crazy
I don't really do shit unless it feels right
Don't test my gangster
Don't touch my money
Don't test my gangster
Don't touch my money
I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby

Diary of broke nigga
Empty wallet
Homie needing cash
Tryna stay a float
And hoping that my dollas gonna last
I’m with this one chick thick
Her Body shaped hour glass
Hope lil mama still throwing me that assssss
Ohh honey honey
Ain’t got a lot but treat you like a queen
I don’t fly shit just to get up in between
I wanna be rich
Need that jack in the bean
And I ain't stupid I just like the color green
I need that money
I’m hunt I need bad
Bout to sell all the shit that I have
Ain’t shit sunny
I'm feeling numb
I feel attacked
How the lord gon do me like that
I need that money
It’s in my eyes
I’m getting chills
I should probably hit a lick to pay my bill
And ain’t shit funny
I never been the type for them jokes
Keeping it real
I just hate being broke
I'm a hustler baby
Tryna get the bag till the well runs dry
Call me crazy
I don't really do shit unless it feels right
Don't test my gangster
Don't touch my money
Don't test my gangster
Don't touch my money
I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby
Diary of a rich nigga
Put it on the card driving sports cars
Ain’t Really fucking with the bars
I need that Mozart
Got it pushing weight so you a nigga work hard
Talk about a bag
Mother fucker I got Goyard
I go hard
Plus the baddest bitch
I ain’t mad at this
Growing up we never really had us shit
(ding dong)
Door bell rings
Who can it be 2:33
It's Amazon waiting for me
Open the door
A dude yells out get on the floor
Pulls a gun then he starts to explore
Where the cash at
I need ya safe
Fucks the place
He ain’t gonna wait
Cuffs my hand and covers my face
I’m getting the shakes
I need the loot
Hurry up nigga I'll shoot
He took shot just to show me the proof
I said it’s upstairs down the hall
Moneys under the bed
He said now I’m a rich nigga
And shot me in the Head
I'm a hustler baby
Tryna get the bag till the well runs dry
Call me crazy
I don't really do shit unless it feels right
Don't test my gangster
Don't touch my money
Don't test my gangster
Don't touch my money
I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby