Rags To Riches, Pt. 2

Yea
2 oh 2 oh my bank is filled with euro euros
Might drop the bag and buy a two-door
I pulled up and emptied the whole damn store

Empty the closet, I buy me some new drip
There's money for me and the fam
Don't want a new bitch
And I don't give a fuck about what you did
Fuck it, I'm married, yeah new phone "who dis?"

Rags to Riches don't talk to me unless you have permission
If you don't know me don't at, you bitches
You ain't the people I'm after bitches

(Uh yea) living the best life
You are living good if you buying at Best Buy
Blue 300 and a cup of the fast mile
Mother fucker you ain't know nothing
About the mother fucking struggle life

Yea I know it's God's plan
One beat, I get charged for arson I'm high quality
Not more starving lately I've been looking at new apartments

I've been moving up the ranks in this world and there is a reason
Cause when starving artists grinding
They ain't no longer freezing yeah

Rags to Riches don't talk to me unless you have permission
If you don't know me don't at, you bitches
You ain't the people I'm after bitches (yuh)
Rags to Riches don't talk to me unless you have permission (ay)
If you don't know me don't at, you bitches
You ain't the people I'm after bitches (haha)

I come from the mud
When I grew up and I seen a lot of blood
I don't see poor people, rich people
Dumb people, old people stepping all over on us

So these days I don't give a fuck
If I don't know you, you ain't getting love
If I don't know you, don't call me your homie
You call me your highness
You're capping and shut the fuck up

I shoot lights out like KD
How many men hate me yeah many
Can he do it again?
And I did it again
And I keep doing it till the end, my guy
I don't know shit bout you, my guy
But I know that I'm a goat, my guy
No one does it like me
I'm the greatest Sweden touch up beat, my guy

(guy)
Rags to Riches don't talk to me unless you have permission
If you don't know me don't at, you bitches
You ain't the people I'm after bitches
(yeah)

(bitches yeah)