LattThat Productions - Hood Rich (Taraji) lyrics

Hood Rich (Taraji) [Intro] We here for a reason Shoutout my n***a juan from the 910 That's a real n***a right there b**h I ball This ain't one night Come to High Point. f** with me [Hook] Dream Chasing but my bars not meek Sipping on the henny, b**h Taraji Take that paper route let the lord guide me Just a young n***a, yea I'm hood rich Just a young n***a, yea I'm hood rich Go get it on your own Go get it on your own (Repeat x 1) [Verse 1] Mother wished d**h on me It almost happened Daughter of my own Hope that she call daddy When she get older Tell her my b**h the baddest Put her in time out I had to count up some cabbage She wanna f** We disappear like it's magic Make tonight differ Mix the codeine with Fanta Call her hoe 3 times And then I ride off like santa Must have called me naughty Nobody got me to present Thankful for my loyalty Without them I couldn't manage LattThat Sosa I remind her of Sammy You should be my girlfriend Don't mean to be so demanding Why argue with that b**h When you can rip off her panties She hate me in the streets She know that I'm taking chances I tell her not to worry When the lord reach his hand in Grab me out that bowl of life This dust is recycled n***as stab you like Caesar No running from Myers [Hook] Dream Chasing but my bars not meek Sipping on the henny, b**h Taraji Take that paper route let the lord guide me Just a young n***a, yea I'm hood rich Just a young n***a, yea I'm hood rich Go get it on your own Go get it on your own (Repeat x 1) [Verse 2] I just dropped my lady Baby momma going dumb n***a's love it when you losing Really hate it when you've won Counted up them hundreds My daughter turned a month High risk you get k**ed Don't you come around the point I can't f** with you You don't like to work I don't f** with you No branch, be switching up Talking kitchens, I'm in the field I swear these n***a's b**hes Need to find a purse Catch your main in a skirt I'm a hit it raw Stayed on beast Always been a dog f** jumping of the porch I just went to war Beef take money Pesticides miss me Your b**h miss me My old b**h miss me My hand benjamin's In my hand benjamin's Yea b**h I ball b**h I ball Yea b**h I ball [Hook] Dream Chasing but my bars not meek Sipping on the henny, b**h Taraji Take that paper route let the lord guide me Just a young n***a, yea I'm hood rich Just a young n***a, yea I'm hood rich Go get it on your own Go get it on your own (Repeat x 1)