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gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
Come on down have a look around at rich folks living in a poor folks town
We got no money but we're rich in love that's one thing that we've got
Come on down have a look around at rich folks living in a poor folks town
We got no money but we're rich in love that's one thing that we've got
plastic trapaulin
Mi wan fi rich, mi wan fi rich, rich, rich
Mi wan fi, mi wan fi rich, mi wan fi rich, rich,
Rich, again
Mi want a million dollar by
She was young and she was pretty a victim of a rich man's whim
When she met a wealthy gentleman Big Ben Colson and she had a child by him
Well he
and tuxedos
Eating sheppard bed meals, cashing big burritos
Big dinero, rich money don't sleep
I got to have it every day of the week
Rich Bitch Problems, I
rich and pretty
I'll get myself the key to the big city
Find a way to make some money
Move into the land of milk and honey
Everything's sweet
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton

And the rich man makes the money

[Chorus:]

We travel all over this country wide
Playing music by the hour
to be, rich and famous, rich and famous.
Do you really want to be, rich and famous now.

Mr. Big shot what is your game
Mr. Big shot what is your final
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee makes the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
Sold dope by any means all day

Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
Down by where
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
nigga just sold bricks
And Tony he was reckless he never had no picks
Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil Rich
Two niggas with a dream that plotted
on your enemies, bust they shit
Throw away the pistols throw away the clips

Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock
Remember those kids that hold
Sold dope by any means all day

Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
cake

I want to die like a rich boy diving
In a hydrocodone dream
You can die like a rich girl by me
Oh how the magazines will read
I ‘ll die like
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
The place she called home was high on a hill,
Way up in a big house under the trees
Day's in the sun she's seen by the river,
Reading a book,
[Wyclef Jean]
Big & Rich, Wyclef Jean
There goes the neighborhood, Oh Oh!

[Chorus: Big & Rich]
Please man, don?t call the police man
Why can
what is your final aim.
Now you wonder who is to blame.
Mr. Big shot what is your final aim in life.

Rich and famous, house with two hours, big
and power
Rich fat small balls' final hour
Big last gulp end of reign
Flush dictators down the drain
world!
Therefore prejudice, by all means, should not exist, in music-ah!
There is only good, and better!
Therefore we present to you, our dear friends,
Our
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man