song by Jon Connor
Rags to Riches lyrics

Feat Kid Ink

I was in the hood trading bout a million, a million
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars
I was in the hood trading bout a million, a million
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars
All my niggers is throw them one to the sky, to them most
On-on-one to the sky go-go-gone one one one.
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars.
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars.

Yeah, huh
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars.
Late nights, bright lights, all my life what I've lived for?
I'm in love with all the shit,
But I can't forgive what I'm here for.
Bad hoes, in the new tabloids, interviews
My rap life is my real life,
But it's still life I don't get confused.
People say I'm lucky, but she ain't,
I just think it's funny, got this bad stripper chick
When she f-ck, she say she love me,
I'm in when I see on Sunday,
And tea yellow on Monday,
Get texts from my ex-es, soon the airplane hit the runway.
Hey, up I now it's faith
And I say it's faith, running back in tities, hoes drive me play
Into my face.
But who knew these rounds I used to ride
And be my saving grace,
What they say revenge is?
Sweet, we about to get that taste for today.

I was in the hood trading bout a million, a million
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars
I was in the hood trading bout a million, a million
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars
All my niggers is throw them one to the sky, to them most
On-on-one to the sky go-go-gone one one one.
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars.
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars.

(Kid Ink verse:)
I said I got to go and get in,
Ain't nobody to wait on, no!
Dreaming 'bout a million in the hood like Treyvon,
Remember when a nigger didn't have a better life
Distract city, stacks …
Even when they didn't believe I had no doubt like Gwen know
I had time in casinos, go and pour another glass up.
Piece rags to my haters, it's such a sweet revenge Roland
Know just sweet excuse me for tryna vend
How I spend everyday, just running from these mottoes,
You know how the story go, won't money go problems
Feeling like I'm sitting so high, I'm on top of the World
But I came from the bottom.

I was in the hood trading bout a million, a million
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars
I was in the hood trading bout a million, a million
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars
All my niggers is throw them one to the sky, to them most
On-on-one to the sky go-go-gone one one one.
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars.
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars.

Bullshit on overload, vicodins so I don't explode,
You tripping on, that redbone and that brown skin,
I got both of those.
Looking like a fresh start for vote,
After party's right after show is.
Nas chicks , my momma A's
Madonna A's, tryna make 'em …
Hoes in the coes, bananas notice
But I'm just too focused,
If we don't make moves, is that much that we stare your motions,
Folks they smile like they know me now.
Shake hands like they owe me.
Waw, bad hoes wanna blow me now,
The fast life tryna slow me down.
But I won't let it, sure I won't stop
Til they give me that credit,
A nigger ain't sweep on that life diabetic.
Try me on debt it,
That's where you head it!
Look, fly city won't raise me,
Can't forget that's who made me,
Til I'm gone this AV, cause no this shit
Won't change me! Cunt!

I was in the hood trading bout a million, a million
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars
I was in the hood trading bout a million, a million
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars
All my niggers is throw them one to the sky, to them most
On-on-one to the sky go-go-gone one one one.
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars.
I was in the hood trading bout a million dollars.