Rhyme Rich Delinquents Verse 1 Wealthy hooligans we the realist Even paralyzed m*thaF*ckas say they feel us Pulled up like Skurrrr Yeah I got you n*gga Act tough 9 blow like a Oprah singer All my brothers locked and loaded All my brothers about that dough Like Ferg said put Em in the dirt I Run up on ya chick and make that chick twerk Crew love or gang bang n*gga it's the same thang Eastside up Brownsville where I came from Yung fly & wealthy yeah you know my gang man Mula Wavey what the f*ck you know they names man The way the money coming in you can keep up My eyes kinda low I said i don't sleep much Life is a chick you gotta keep her wet She mess with other n***as but none of them are threats Competition ain't none eat me like domer Street presidential mr Obama More money bring problems drama Check like a long sentence commas Chorus All my n*ggas in the hood they about that murder Talk sh** get fly f*ck b**hes get money But they will murk ya Act up if you want All my n*ggas in the hood they about that murder Talk sh** get fly f*ck b**hes get money But they will murk ya Act up if you want N*gga you don't want know problems N*gga you don't want know problems Act up if you want Verse 2 I heard them hating as n***as talking sh*t Hold up I don't even know em I heard them lame hoes said I'm on they click Hold up b*tch I don't know you Wealthy Hooligans ain't nothing to f*ck With Guns like pre cum duck duck they bust quit Trouble in the jungle you rumble with some animals cannibals eat the bones yeah we want more Was past poor fast forward stamps on my past poor Range Sport hundred on dash dream chasing speed racin Want it all gotta be patient God is lord n*gga keep praising Die for the cause Sky with The Lord Gotta problem then we ride with them all Hey d*ck riders you can swallow my balls Happy with success but aspire for more Swear the lime light bring hoes by dozen New fam everybody swear they ya Cuzzin Envy and greed just because the money People claim they with you when they know they really wasn't Chorus 2