Ghetto Rich

Ha

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

From liquor on the lights to the blackout truck

Big talk in the room, but the hunger got me up

Cash in my pockets, steel on my mind

Late night moves, where the weed get declined

Fast car flex, tinted windows glide

In the city where the broke and the dangerous collide

We chase that paper like a spark in the rain

Smile on the surface, but the block know the pain

I'm the heat in the night, I'm the squawker in the chain

I get money, I get power, I don't ever quit the game

Pretty with a plan, and I'm colder in the rain

If you want what I got, better move, don't complain

I'm the boss in the club, make the whole room stare

Cut the cash, take it there, we the smoke in the air

Pretty, what a plan, yeah, I run my own lane

I get money, I get power, say my name

Backseat dreams with the doors locked tight

Everybody wants a piece when the red lights strike

Rubbery tales and the block keeps score

Every handshake got a snake behind the door

At the night where I speak with the scent of the grind

Love gets expensive when you're lit by the lime

Hearts turn cold in the heat of the street

Where the drums hit hard and the losses repeat

I'm the heat in the night

I'm the sparker in the chain

I get money, I get power

I don't ever do the game

Pretty with a plan

And I'm colder than the rain

If you want what I got

Better move, don't complain

I'm the boss in the club

Make the whole room stare

Count that cash, take it there

Free the smoke in the air

Pretty, what a plan

Yeah, I run my own lane

I get money, I get power

Say my name

I've been through the fire

'Til I came out clean

From the building to the building

Still I chase my dream, yeah

Honey in the bag, let the whole block know

I'm the last one standing when the pace goes low

Pretty, what a plant

And I built for the storm

Turn pain into power

Keep the hustle in form

Yeah, I burn, my own name

Never beg, never borrow

I get money, I get power

And I own tomorrow