Lyrics:
the fuck out of my day
Should I do this until I get paid
Nah that's too hard there's levels to this shit
A joke to an album now I'm dancing hella rich
Pull
I got caught up last week
Public drinkin', hell was I thinkin
Shit is real in the city, no pity for your lames
Keep playin' games and get hit by
How y'all feeling tonight?
Thank y'all for coming out to this
Impromptu-type performance I just set up
I love the energy in this city
This is one
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
dub, uh
That big age you rap
You did your big one
My favorite ever from you gotta be this one
Got through the scars, every one
Cops drew down
when she fuckin' on
A nigga that's rich
I got the whole city lit
I'm 'bout to drop my shit
And I got the world waitin' on me, nigga
Got your girl waitin'
All my niggas got big chains - Got big chains, Got big chains
All my niggas got big rangs - Got big rangs, Got big rangs
Better cuff your bitch man
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
I wanna buy your
Like, whoa, whoa
Sean Don, whoa
Big boys
Look, all I gotta say is what a year, what a year
I decided now that every year is our year
Aw yeah
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (let's go, let's go)
Finally got on your shit, you graduated, you got
push and coast while I roll pass by
Fictitious, pathetic raps from idiots
In a city where street cred seems tedious
Monotonously dull underhandedly
DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit
I be on some fly nigga
Ayy, he told me watch my mouth, I told him, "Nigga, watch your kids," huh
This that rich bitch pussy, if it ain't, then he ain't lookin' (he ain't
nuff)
But that gold ain't make me rich (Iyee)
No, that gold ain't make me rich (me rich)
That gold ain't make me rich (me rich)
That gold ain't make me
a swich
Only one verse to make me rich
Talked with your bitch and she can't resist
Paris city gang , i swear we in the game , even money comes i'll never
a will to live, I used to think it was a sick joke
Working bill to bill like takin' pizza to the rich folk
(Huh)
Livin' like the forecast, windy city bore
the dollars like I'm Creflo
And keep your punk ass clout, I'm only here for respect hoe
I'm from the city where the tec's blow
I must confess I'm pretty blessed
the watch face
It came with the freckles
Got a black card to pay
For all the incidentals
And my house so big I hear my whispers echo
Lord rich forever,
nigga
Rich on the inside , yeah that's a big bigger
I would've sit with you, but this the cool table
Oh yeah your girl 8 balls without a pool table
all up in my city, they still doubting on the kid
I done' proved my self worth. Look at my acomplishments
I just heard all of your tracks, but they not
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
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