Z Money - Wealthy lyrics

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Z Money - Wealthy lyrics

[Intro] Gotta see this We gotta shoot this video ASAP before I leave Chicago Jose Hendrixx [Verse 1] Fiendin', just go drip, damn, I came out kinda shocked (Shocked) I'm loaded on the work, to set me up, you need a chopper (A chop) I got good dope on 21st, come and shop up at the mall (The mall) Nyeah, pull up with the mob (Pull up), brick with the mob (Brick) Dog with the marble (Yeah), he continue sellin' hard I'm a chemist in my business, then they labeled me a star (Star) In the V12, tinted windows, and my Glock is up to par (Up to par) Let some shots off at your door, let some shots off in your car (All up in your car) Sixty racks up in the hole, let the k**ers slide tomorrow (Nyeah) I sold dope, don't do no fraud, I just keep on buyin' cars (Buyin' cars) Let lil' bro go f** your ho, bring that b**h back home tomorrow (I hit) And if my trap ever go slow, I'ma speed up for sure (For sure) [Chorus] I'm wealthy, I'm wealthy (I'm wealthy) I was down bad broke, now I'm healthy (Now I'm healthy) It's a couple broke hoes, shouldn't have left me (You shouldn't have left) These diamonds drip all on my chain and my neckpiece (Damn) And my circle still the same, exactly (Exactly) If a drip a little, they might just wanna whack me (No way) Boogers 'round my neck, just fifty pointers (Fifty), opps can't miss me (Nah) Hittin' all these bullets, got 'em runnin' like a track meet (A track meet) [Verse 2] Catch them lackin', it's clap heat (Lackin'), k** them on the back seat (Back seat) [?] n***a, nasty, I got the pack, don't tax me (Don't tax me) Ain't fresh here, so don't ask me (Ask me), ain't f**in' no ho, where the cash be? (No) Damn, her p**y was so good, but she thought that she had me (She had) Young n***a, I like Trackhawks, I don't like no f**in' Caddies (No Caddies) Jump to the store, get bags, jumped in a foreign key, it's my habit (Habit) Nobody influence me but my daddy, catch me on floor seats, lookin' a mess (Yeah) I just might put all my j**elry on, but I'ma keep it cla**y (Cla**) Dressin' like I'm f**in' [?], but I'm a number five (Five) Try to touch this chain, you higher than the powder, everybody with you, they is dyin' I came outside, I was stylin', everybody with me, they is fine Everywhere I go, they keep that iron, these diamonds cost more than your prime (Prime) [Chorus] I'm wealthy, I'm wealthy (I'm wealthy) I was down bad broke, now I'm healthy (Now I'm healthy) It's a couple broke hoes, shouldn't have left me (You shouldn't have left) These diamonds drip all on my chain and my neckpiece (Damn) And my circle still the same, exactly (Exactly) If a drip a little, they might just wanna whack me (No way) Boogers 'round my neck, just fifty pointers (Fifty), opps can't miss me (Nah) Hittin' all these bullets, got 'em runnin' like a track meet (A track meet) I'm wealthy, I'm wealthy (I'm wealthy) I was down bad broke, now I'm healthy (Now I'm healthy) It's a couple broke hoes, shouldn't have left me (You shouldn't have left) These diamonds drip all on my chain and my neckpiece (Damn) And my circle still the same, exactly (Exactly) If a drip a little, they might just wanna whack me (No way) Boogers 'round my neck, just fifty pointers (Fifty), opps can't miss me (Nah) Hittin' all these bullets, got 'em runnin' like a track meet

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