Getting Rich Lyrics – Don Toliver
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Lyrics of Getting Rich by Don Toliver
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
How the fu*k ima trust you, hoe, I trust my b!tch
I sit in the house all day, I’m just getting rich (Just getting rich)
My son in here getting bigger and bigger and bigger (Bigger and bigger and bigger)
S*it crazy, a n!gga, two weeks old, got 10 fingers (S*it crazy, a n!gga, two weeks old, got 10 fingers)
I’m handling my business, I’m trapping in a harder fit (In a harder fit)
I might drug a b!tch, might drug a whole damn city (City)
Yeah, I fu*ked that b!tch right there, but it ain’t my kid (But it ain’t my kid)
I lost my favourite eater, it hurt my real
The boy’s got pounds now, this s*it ain’t me
I’m pouring that baby bottle, n!gga need build
My son just getting bigger and bigger and bigger
Take a look in the mirror, you ain’t that n!gga (You ain’t that n!gga)
I’m trying to at least, Ima make about fifty-five figures (Figures)
I got that s*it coming out the basement, I feel like Tiger Woods, yeah, party with that (??) (Yeah, party with that (??))
They ain’t wanna see me with that (??)
Pop two percs to the head, feel like (??)
She wanna come to the crib, give me head
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
How the fu*k ima trust you, hoe, I trust my b!tch
I sit in the house all day, I’m just getting rich (Just getting rich)
My son in here getting bigger and bigger and bigger
S*it crazy, a n!gga, two weeks old, got 10 fingers
I’m handling my business, I’m trapping in a harder fit
I might drug a b!tch, might drug a whole damn city (City)
Yeah, I fu*ked that b!tch right there, but it ain’t my kid
I lost my favourite eater, it hurt my real
The boy’s got pounds now, this s*it ain’t me
I’m pouring that baby bottle, n!gga need build
My son just getting bigger and bigger and bigger
Take a look in the mirror, you ain’t that n!gga (You ain’t that n!gga)
I’m trying to at least, Ima make about fifty-five figures (Figures)
I got that s*it coming out the basement, I feel like Tiger Woods, yeah, party with that (??) (Yeah, party with that (??))
They ain’t wanna see me with that (??)
Pop two percs to the head, feel like (??)
She wanna come to the crib, give me head
Getting Rich Song Credits & Production Details
| Song Title | Getting Rich |
| Singer(s) | Don Toliver |
| Musician(s) | Don Toliver |
| Lyricist(s) | Don Toliver |
| Language | English |
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