Get Rich – English Lyrics

• By: Soulja Boy, Rich The Kid
• Album: King Soulja 3

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the world of luxury and ambition with "Get Rich" by Soulja Boy and Rich The Kid. This track offers a glimpse into the language of success and street hustle, teaching listeners about the culture and mindset behind the pursuit of wealth in the hip-hop world.

[English]

Uh

Uh

Uh

Turn up

Turn up

Pull up and want some more, nigga

Whippin' and whippin' I'm breakin' my wrist

I'm fucking your bitch

Taking a trip, to flip all these bricks and get all these bricks, I'm rich

Me and Rich the Kid, ran around and hit them licks

I'm rich

But I'm still hitting licks, still hitting licks

Still hitting licks

Still hitting licks, AP on my wrist

Uh

Flex with your bitch, I'm fuckin' your bitch and we takin' a trip

Soulja, Soulja, Soulja, Soulja, Soulja and Rich the Kid

Uh

Soulja

Rich the Kid

Feel good to be rich

Hollow tips extended, clearly they bodies in this

Versace, Versace, Versace, they all on my dick

AP on my wrist

I know I'm the shit

Cuban links, they caught on the D's, 30 clips

Gimme a high, low to the yo, if a nigga talk shit

Uh

All of my niggas, they're on the block, trap, trap, trap

Get rich, get rich

Get rich, trap, get rich

Taking a trip and I'm flippin' the brick

Pistol on my lap, full of hollow tips

Bad bitch, I'm makin' her strip

Flippin' a foreign wheel, ride on the strip

Nigga talk shit, get hit with the K

Fuck out my way, can't stop the D

Pull up on your block, and you know I'm sprayin'

Niggas get shot up, if they think I'm playing

SODMG, we plug with Jamaica

Turn up, turn up, turn up, all we smoke is loud

Pull up to the club and then shoot up the crowd

Okay

I'm turning up

I'm not turning down

Rich

I'm breakin' my wrist, the police just bust in my spot, I'm jumpin' the fence

The bitch that hated, ain't gon' make it, young nigga I'm finally rich

Actavis

You do the quantity

Pull up with Soulja Boy, that bitches gon' ride with me

More pints than a pharmacy

We, we

Comin' in gold, you coppin' these hoes, boy what I'm doin' the globe

Your rich nigga, whole lot of cash on me

This chain on my neck, worth four fours

The art of my life look like a waterfall

The trap ain't drop in no basketball

You thinkin' that bitch to the mall, rich nigga got bricks in the wall

All the cans came from the block, now Rich the Kid laid and I'm sitting at top

You lame man, niggas still coppin' these hoes

My bitch got a bitch with her, put me in the kitchen, I'll show you how to do it

Poyz on the ride, pull up with a Uzi

My necklace is flooded, jacuzzi, living my life is a movie

We need the motherfucking moon rock, man.

We need motherfucking moon rock, man.

Moon rock.

Them niggas don't wasted about three five in it.

Man, we got them, we taking off though, bro.

I feel like once this two Rich Nigga shit drop, it's gonna be a motherfucking movie.

Streets is going crazy.

You going crazy already. I'm going crazy.

Now it's just time to turn it up, man.

I think we should... Rich Nigga.

Yeah, man. Let's shoot to Vegas, man.

Shoot to Vegas.

Shoot to Vegas.

Shoot to Vegas then.

Let's do it.

We out.

We out.

TOO BE CONTINUED...

I SHOOT HER LIKE TRA-V

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