| Song | Rich Forever |
| Artist | KB |
| Album | Tomorrow We Live |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Silver and gold, silver and gold | |
| 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’ll still be countin') | |
| We’ll still be countin' (still be countin') | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We rolling in it | |
| But still we can't | |
| Aye, I know a girl down on Wall Street, climbing to the top | |
| She said Christ came and broke her | |
| You know he a beast with the stocks | |
| When you still making 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 life (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 out savings | |
| We got everything in our Savior | |
| And the New Earth is waiting | |
| We just children raising 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. Gates estate's debase and break like paper plates | |
| I'm down, tell ya bout this | |
| Till 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 counting our riches | |
| 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’ll still be countin') | |
| We’ll still be countin' (still be countin') | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We rolling in it | |
| But still we can't |
| Silver and gold, silver and gold | |
| 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 KBJ 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' ll still be countin' | |
| We' ll still be countin' still be countin' | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We rolling in it | |
| But still we can' t | |
| Aye, I know a girl down on Wall Street, climbing to the top | |
| She said Christ came and broke her | |
| You know he a beast with the stocks | |
| When you still making 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 life 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 out savings | |
| We got everything in our Savior | |
| And the New Earth is waiting | |
| We just children raising 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. Gates estate' s debase and break like paper plates | |
| I' m down, tell ya bout this | |
| Till 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 counting our riches | |
| 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' ll still be countin' | |
| We' ll still be countin' still be countin' | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We rolling in it | |
| But still we can' t |
| Silver and gold, silver and gold | |
| 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 KBJ 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' ll still be countin' | |
| We' ll still be countin' still be countin' | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We rolling in it | |
| But still we can' t | |
| Aye, I know a girl down on Wall Street, climbing to the top | |
| She said Christ came and broke her | |
| You know he a beast with the stocks | |
| When you still making 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 life 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 out savings | |
| We got everything in our Savior | |
| And the New Earth is waiting | |
| We just children raising 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. Gates estate' s debase and break like paper plates | |
| I' m down, tell ya bout this | |
| Till 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 counting our riches | |
| 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' ll still be countin' | |
| We' ll still be countin' still be countin' | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We Rolling in it | |
| Roll in, Roll in | |
| All my Dawgs they go in | |
| We rolling in it | |
| But still we can' t |