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If I Was Rich Enough

4:12grime Album PTSD 2 2025-11-14

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Description

Producer: Eight8

Producer: Harry Beech

Producer: Monty

Producer: Lana Volkov

Composer Lyricist: Young Adz

Composer Lyricist: Dirtbike LB

Lyrics and translation

Original

You know what it is.

When you hear that, -hey -If I was rich enough

As with -us -If I was rich enough, ooh, ooh, ooh.

I'd fly you to the moon, moon, moon. But I can bring you to a island.

-Yeah. -And I can buy you couple diamonds.

-Couple diamonds. -Lamborghini got you driving.

-Driving. -And you ain't even got no license.

-No license. -I'm high as fuck, excuse my timing.

-Ha, ha. -But baby, tell me, are you riding?

Mm.

Three fifty-five in Paris. Down bitch, so the name is Clarice.

When I was young, I was broke and embarrassed. We the first ones had bricks in the Yaris. Took a plan

B, we didn't plan it. Legs went Bambi, I done that Savage.

Keeping it real is a talent. In a generation full of captains.

I just told her come outside, I pulled up in a Urus. Twenty-four carat gold because this girl the purest.

Took her Amsterdam, we walking round the lake like tourists.

Smoking weed in Lamborghini while the car get serviced.

And sometimes I just wish that we could start again and start from scratch. Turning someone real to set up, pray that you don't hurt me back.

Baby, I just chill. Pop a pill straight out your Birkin bag.

If you leave for real, keep your car, your jewels, and all your bags. Won't buy you daffodils.

Roses for you, send you back. New car a quarter mil'. You won't see me in no Jag.

Shopping for you and your sister, got you popping tags.

Shopping for you and your sister.

If I was rich enough, ooh, ooh, ooh. I'd fly you to the moon, moon, moon.

But I can bring you to a island, island. And I can buy you couple diamonds, diamonds.

Lamborghini got you driving, driving. And you ain't even got no license, no license.

I'm high as fuck, excuse my timing, timing. But baby, tell me, are you riding? Mm.

Montana.

Don't argue, on the island, ain't no Ubers here, Ubers here.

Montana, I be shining like some new veneers, new veneers. Shorty know she the baddest, baddest.

Stay low-key, fuck static, static. Bedroom bully, she a savage, savage.

Show me it's real, get it tatted, tatted. But rock the silk, that fabric, fabric.

Say good girls get nasty, nasty. We take trips, no acid, acid. Bartender got her masters, masters.

I'll marry you for that green card, green card. Hold you down, forget deeper.

Cop you AP from Geneva, Geneva. Yeah, bad bitch, she a keeper, keeper.

We do anything you want to, shorty, we ain't gotta make plans.

Never bring your luggage, we go shopping when the plane land, plane land.

Two-tone, two-tone watches, watches. Chinchilla, chinchilla fox, fox.

Four-door, four-door drops, -drops. It's Rick Hyde. -If I was rich enough, ooh, ooh, ooh.

I'd fly you to the moon, moon, moon. But I can bring you to a island, island.

And I can buy you couple diamonds, diamonds. Lamborghini got you driving, driving.

And you ain't even got no license, no license.

I'm high as fuck, excuse my timing, timing. But baby, tell me, are you riding?

-Mm.

-Yo, let's go Ocean Drive, let's go Ocean Drive.

You giving me open eyes, you giving me ocean eyes.

I could just eat those thighs, I don't even need no fries.

Macaroni, no rice, we getting pulverized.

I keep it going like skateboard. We show the love, then they hate more.

I got to call these fake hoes. Every time I give, they take more.

When you're printing the bands, they don't want you to make more.

Say she can't look at these niggas the same. And I'm the one to feel blame for.

If I was rich enough, ooh, ooh, ooh. I'd fly you to the moon, moon, moon.

But I can bring you to a island, island. And I can buy you couple diamonds, diamonds.

Lamborghini got you driving, driving. And you ain't even got no license, no license.

I'm high as fuck, excuse my timing, timing. But baby, tell me, are you riding?

Mm.

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