Made Rich Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
I bought this shawty a Patek
Uhh!

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
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 hoe 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 n!gga on top
Let 'em hate, I can't hear what they say
Run the money up 'til the whole bank brеak
All-black paint, got it sitting in my face
All black Louie in a all-white Wraith
Turn up on fashion, invеst in the place
I gave her six hunnid, 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 hunnid, two hunnid, two hunnid
You ain't that thing so stop with the sting
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 n!gga
I think that it's time to celebrate

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
I bought this shawty a Patek, hm
I bought my shooter a stick, yeah
I'm f**king with shawty
I'm thinking that
I could run up a mill' with the b!tch
She made for a rich n!gga
(Made for a rich n!gga, yeah)
She made for a rich n!gga
(That's my vibe, she my vibe)
She made for a rich n!gga
(Shawty got that swing going fine)
She made for a rich n!gga (Oh, oh)

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
She made 'fore a n!gga 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 as* n!gga gone 'cause her to break
She a cool chick to be real like that

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
I bought this shawty a Patek, hm
I bought my shooter a stick, yeah
I'm f**king with shawty (Woah)
I'm thinking that
I could run up a mill' with the b!tch (Woah)
She made for a rich n!gga
She made for a rich n!gga
She made for a rich n!gga
She made for a rich n!gga