Made Rich Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Made Rich is set to appear on YoungBoy Never Broke Again's upcoming album, Still Flexin, Still Stressin 2, we've compiled the official lyrics to 'Made Rich,' which you can read and sing along to below.

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Made Rich Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again

YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Made Rich Lyrics

Intro
I bought this shawty a Patek
Uh

Verse 1
I bought this shawty a Patek, hm
I bought my shooter a stick, yeah
I get so fresh and you know I get high as I can
To a place you ain't went
To a place you can't top
Mama got a brand new bag
I got the money, you know I can't flop
Come from the set where we sell grams
I got the ho for to fly to my spot
Do not let 'em leave in the middle of the day
From the block to the rocks to the Glock
To the nigga on top
Let 'em hate, I can't hear what they say
Run the money up 'til the whole bank break
All-black paint, got it sitting in my facе
All black Louie in a all-white Wraith
Turn up on fashion, invest in thе place
I gave her six hundred, yeah, uh
They tried to sign me for thirty, okay
Tell 'em, "Come with the fifty"
New Era came, I jump in and I get it
I get it real fast, that's a lot of blue Benjis
I gave my sister a fifty, my brother a fifty
Two hundred, two hundred, two hundred
You ain't that thing so stop with the stunting
Strapped in my denim, you know how I'm coming
Lean, no Gatorade, still don't break
I can't see how another man hate
God made another rich nigga
I think that it's time to celebrate

Chorus
I bought this shawty a Patek, hm
I bought my shooter a stick, yeah
I'm fuckin' with shawty
I'm thinkin' that I could run up a mill' with the bitch
She made for a rich nigga (Made for a rich nigga, yeah)
She made for a rich nigga (That's my vibe, she my vibe)
She made for a rich nigga (Shawty got that swing goin' fine)
She made for a rich nigga (Oh, oh)

Verse 2
She made 'fore a nigga got that bag
Now I think 'bout if I ain't have it
How you get that? I ain't buy that bag
She say, "I got my own money," oh, okay
Mind my business, in love with my safe
Too much money to be sitting in the bank
Slime ass nigga gon' 'cause her to break
She a cool chick to be real like that

Chorus
I bought this shawty a Patek, hm
I bought my shooter a stick, yeah
I'm fucking with shawty (Woah)
I'm thinking that I could run up a mill' with the bitch (Woah)
She made for a rich nigga
She made for a rich nigga
She made for a rich nigga
She made for a rich nigga

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