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, Zypitano got that gas)

Rags to riches, rags to riches (Six, chill, fool, for real, for real)

Rags to riches

I don′t wanna hear myself, I don't wanna hear myself

Damn

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