Rich Forever - KB

Last year man I made more money than I ever made in my life

Granted, it wasn’t really that much cause we never had much

Just enough was enough for the guys

Jump in the truck, take a ride

And I went a bought a crib with my bride

It was a crib without a baby in it Me and KB-J in the back y’all when I get back

Then we back to the back car, when I’m back to the start

Hold up, I remember

That empty fridge apartment with no power in it Still to God we will turn, power steering

Your money’s too cheap to fund my joy

We had that work you can’t employ

I roll in We had that work you can’t employ

We roll in We had that work

Boy we got treasure, we’ll be rich forever

Look they can have it all

Let that money fall

But when it’s all said and done

We’ll still be countin' (we still be countin')

We’ll still be countin' (we still be countin')

We rollin' in it Roll in, roll in All my dawgs they go in We rollin', we rollin'

All my dawgs they go in We rollin', we rollin'

All my dawgs they go in We rollin' in it But still we can’t

We rollin' in it Aye, I know a girl down on Wall Street, climbin' to the top

She said Christ came and broke her

You know he a beast with the stocks

When you still makin' knots and you’re not gonna flaunt

How they not gonna not?

But she don’t care about what they’re about, she coulda got a yacht

But she stay giving her money to the mission on the block

Now that’s amazing!

Gave His light so we gave up ours, daylight savings

(Silver and gold)

It’s good so we tried to make it Since our treasure’s in heaven we cheerfully gave it No envy, that’s Vegas

Content G with our savings

We got everything in our Savior

And that New Earth is waiting

We just children raisin' our babies

Tryna win the city, Chicago

Better get what I’m on You are not what you bring home

Be rich in good works cause that’s what you bring home

In the face of heaven’s gates

Mr. Gate’s estates debase and break the paper plates

I’m down, tell ya 'bout this

'Til we got a bigger house but the same sized coffin

People at the top feeling like they at the bottom

And that’s probably why the rich are more likely suicidal

Silver and gold’s too low for the soul

They want a Jesus piece when he died for the whole

What is this love and mercy, grace, forgiveness?

We’ll be in eternity still countin' our riches