Rags2Riches - Rod Wave ft ATR Son Son (lyrics) (Ayy, Zypitano got that gas) (Six, chill, fool, for real, for real) (Yeah) Look Uh, look We went from rags to riches, uh Project fences to livin\u0027 luxury Now we live luxury Straight out that bottom, nobody gave nothing to me Be careful while fucking with me All of my lil\u0027 brothers \u0027bout it, they cuttin\u0027 for me Yeah, they gon\u0027 cut you for me Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut you for free Say she in love with me (What else?) But save your love, I just want your company I fall in the club for free I give out daps and them hugs, wasn\u0027t no one\u0027s for me \u0027Cause that type of shit don\u0027t faze a player, uh (What else?) This type of shit is what make a hater When you got it out the mud, yeah Ran it up, yeah Really don\u0027t give no fuck, yeah Don\u0027t give no fuck When you turn nothing to something, yeah Really hustlin\u0027, yeah Young and gettin that money, yeah We getting that money, yeah Rags to riches (What else?) Rags to riches, uh (What else?) Rags to riches (What else?) Rags to riches (What else?) Rags to riches, uh (What else?) Rags to riches (What else? Damn) Rags to riches (What else?) Rags to riches, uh (What else?) Rags to riches (What else?) To riches (What else? Damn) Yeah Rags to riches, rags to (Ayy, Zay, B Tano got that gas) Rags to riches, rags to riches (6, chill, fool, for real, for real) Rags to riches Damn Said ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh