Letra de Rich Off Grass (Remix) - Bankroll Freddie

[Intro: Bankroll Freddie]
Trappin'
Woo
Bankroll
Young Swerv

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
Ayy, trappin' made it happen, definition of a trapper (Trapper)
I'm known for breaking down these bales, I ain't no fuckin' rapper (Woo)
He say he get them 'bows for cheap, ooh, he a big capper (Oh he cap)
'Cause every time I ask him, "Where they at?", he never have 'em
I dropped my nuts and saddled up, I went and found the plug (Plug)
I got 'em for the low, my nigga, I can show you love
I sell 'em twenty-five, but they get cheaper, get a dub (Cheap)
You tryna score a hundred, nigga, I can make it flood (Flood)
I'm saved by the bale for real, now go and ask about me (Ask about me, nigga)
I'm known up in my city for selling pounds of the Cali (Gas)
And got Dallas, Texas (Mid), shout out to the Mexicans (Good corn)
And you might call me petty, bitch, but I can get you ratchet (Ha)

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
I got rich off grass (Rich), I got rich off gas (Gas)
I got rich off grass (Rich), I got rich off gas (Gas)
I ain't had to sell no work (Nah), I ain't had to sell no glass (Nope)
I got rich off grass (Strong), I got rich off gas (Gas)
I got rich off grass (Woo), I got rich off gas (Gas)
I got rich off grass (Woo), I got rich off gas (Grass)
I ain't had to sell no work (Nah), I ain't had to sell no glass (Nope)
I got rich off grass (Rich), I got rich off grass (Gas)
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[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Uh-uh-uh
A fortune off them bags (Bags), a fortune off them bags (Bags)
A fortune off them bags (Bags), got rich off that grass (Yeah)
To richest from rags (Hustler)
When they pull up, come and shop, they bring they whole stash (What?)
She introduced me to the plug, I bought that hoe a Jag' (Thank you, uh)
Okay, fuck that, I don't wanna talk about the past (Yeah, yeah)
Riding in that/a 'Ghini when I come pass (Skrrt)
With a back college graduate with dumb ass (Hol' up)
Everybody watching me like I'm Comcast (Damn)
Ain't nobody hustlers, no more, mane that shit sad (Damn)
Don't come to me with your hand out, where your scale, nigga? (Hey)
Super cool but my traphouse hot as Hell, nigga
Ayy, can you get me a hunnid of 'em, bruh?
Yeah, nigga

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
I got rich off grass (Rich), I got rich off gas (Gas)
I got rich off grass (Rich), I got rich off gas (Gas)
I ain't had to sell no work (Nah), I ain't had to sell no glass (Nope)
I got rich off grass (Strong), I got rich off gas (Gas)
I got rich off grass (Woo), I got rich off gas (Gas)
I got rich off grass (Woo), I got rich off gas (Grass)
I ain't had to sell no work (Nah), I ain't had to sell no glass (Nope)
I got rich off grass (Rich), I got rich off grass (Yeah, yeah)