Rod Wave - rags2riches lyrics

(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas) (Six, chill, fool, for real, for real) (Yeah) Look Uh, look We went from rags to riches, uh Project fences to livin' luxury Now we live luxury Straight out that bottom, nobody gave nothing to me Be careful while fu*king with me All of my lil' brothers 'bout it, they cuttin' for me Yeah, they gon' cut you for me Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut you for free Say she in love with me (What else?) But save your love, I just want your company I fall in the club for free I give out daps and them hugs, wasn't no one's for me 'Cause that type of sh*t don't faze a player, uh (What else?) This type of sh*t is what make a hater [Pre-Chorus: Rod Wave] When you got it out the mud, yeah Ran it up, yeah Really don't give no f*ck, yeah Don't give no f*ck When you turn nothing to something, yeah Really hustlin', yeah Young and gettin' that money, yeah We getting that money, yeah Rags to riches (What else?) Rags to riches, uh (What else?) Rags to riches (What else?) Rags to riches (What else?) Rags to riches, uh (What else?) Rags to riches (What else? Damn) Rags to riches (What else?) Rags to riches, uh (What else?) Rags to riches (What else?) To riches (What else? Damn) Yeah Rags to riches, rags to (Ayy, Zypitano got that gas) Rags to riches, rags to riches (6, chill, fool, for real, for real) Rags to riches Damn Said ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh