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Lil Tecca - Rags To Riches Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Prod]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah
We love you, Tecca

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I went from rags, from rags to riches
Now I need me a bag to bag the bitches
I need me the straight cash, I need me a Bape bag
You know where I stay at, you know where I lay at
I went from rags, from rags to riches
I need me a bag to bag the bitches
I need me the straight cash, I need me a Bape bag
You know where I stay at, you know where I lay at

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I gotta post up, told 'em hol' up
I gotta roll up in a costa
Money come quick, now told her hold up
Gotta bad bitch on my dick, so what
She wanna fuck gang, now I don't know her
Empty out the clip, now, that's a old gun
Hollow in the clip, now, don't roll up, blick, blick, blick, now he slow up
Shawty see me and they all go nuts
Shawty see me and they all go nuts
Gucci on the kicks, now she froze up
Gucci on the kicks, now she froze up
Margiela feet, all eyes on me, see, bad hoes, I need one, two, three
Drip on the fit, only drip Fiji, shawty hit my line say she need me
[Bridge: Lil Tecca]
Back, back, back, one step back
If you call me, better be 'bout stacks, stacks, stacks
On my mind, it's all about them racks, racks, racks
You wanna feature, bitch, I'm 'bout to tax, tax, tax

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I went from rags, from rags to riches
Now I need me a bag to bag the bitches
I need me the straight cash, I need me a Bape bag
You know where I stay at, you know where I lay at
I went from rags, from rags to riches
I need me a bag to bag the bitches
I need me the straight cash, I need me a Bape bag
You know where I stay at, you know where I lay at, yeah

[Verse 2: Prod]
Guess who pulled up in a brand new coupe? (That's me)
Prop for your bitch in the Gucci shoes
Louboutin kicks got me drippin' goop
CLA Benz came with no roof
Prod drip Bape, fuck these hoes in two
I just pop Xans, I don't pop no shrooms (No shrooms)
Never catch me, took a pint of Lean (Pint of lean)
Pop four in the Fanta then sleep, (Shhh), yeah
Woke up in L.A., had codeine dreams (Woke up in the L.A., had codeine dreams)
Copped a new wrist, shordy noticed me (Copped a new wrist, shorty noticed me)
VVS diamonds, clear, HD (VVS diamonds, clear, HD)
Yeah, sip Lean so much, I'm crying codeine
[Bridge: Lil Tecca]
Back, back, back, one step back
If you call me, better be 'bout stacks, stacks, stacks
On my mind, it's all about them racks, racks, racks
You wanna feature, bitch, I'm 'bout to tax, tax, tax

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I went from rags, from rags to riches
Now I need me a bag to bag the bitches
I need me the straight cash, I need me a Bape bag
You know where I stay at, you know where I lay at
I went from rags, from rags to riches
I need me a bag to bag the bitches
I need me the straight cash, I need me a Bape bag
You know where I stay at, you know where I lay at, yeah