Rags2Riches (feat. ATR Son Son)

We went from rags to riches (yeah uh)
 Project fences, to livin' luxury
 Now we live luxury
 Straight out that bottom nobody gave nothing to me
 Be careful while fuckin' with me
 All of my lil' brothers 'bout it they cuttin' for me
 Yeah, they gon' cut ya for me
 Lay in the cut with them cutters, then cut ya for free
 Say she in love with me
 But save your love, I just want your company
 I fall in the glove for free
 I give out daps and them hugs but no one's for me
 'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player (what else?)
 This type of shit is what make a hater
 When ya 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
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 To riches (damn!)
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 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches (ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches (six chill, fool, for real, for real)
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches
 Rags to riches (damn, oh, oh), riches yeah