Lyrics:
Hands high to the sound
Uh yeah I'm the rich nigga now
Bi-bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Make a bitch run her mouth
Go south for the border
Pop,
When they have kids they haven't seen in years
Impressing their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve 'em
Is to go to Father's Day
Yeah, hunit sixy five
I work 24/7 365
Hunit sixty five
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
I work, I work
You can tell em I work, I work
You can tell em I work, I work
fifty)
Let that pistol go when I was nineteen years old (nineteen, uh)
First time I turned twenty, I was cashin' out on gold (uh, gang)
Rich nigga
life, then we might go vegan
Woah, I hear a little bit of me in all your favorite rappers
You know it's true, bitch I need respect due
Now or later,
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
Bitch niggaz do bitch thangs
Look at 50 what he does
the streets rollin
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
Bitch
in your mind knowin you a trick
Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick
Bitch!
(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli,
to me I'm quick widdit
Last year touched like six figures
This year plotting on seven digits
Seen Stranger Things Eleven widdit
Main bitch said her rose
Yeah, you used to talk about
Gettin' even further south
Somewhere where the summer lasted all year 'round
Probably got a big ol' diamond on your
See you pray for mud
When you climbing out the pits only up from this
You late as hell I see you straddling the fence
Should've been my bitch 24/7
Still gainin' weight and we 'bout to go tourin'
We really rich niggas, we hop in the foreign
Nigga you play and get shot by the mornin'
Spray a whole
Bitch betta have my money
Ah shit, here we go on the one y'all with nothing to clown
It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word
Bitch betta have my money
Ah shit, here we go on the one y'all with nothing to clown
It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word
And said
Baby, I love you
And that's just the way
I wanna go to
The strangest thing happened
About seven years later
I was 14 years old
I was over
thuggin' outside the north
Runnin' 'round the town goin' on seven years
If you 'bout that, nigga, show you is
Bitch, it's up there when I say it is
On my
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know why
7, 8, 9, 11 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
give you your bitch back when we miss on a song nigga
So I guess you ain't gon never get her back
Mooky woke up pissed he told me Steel go get your stick
Bronze
Ya men are going bronze this year
Stormz
On this year, gone this year
Man ah eat rice and stew and
Man I'm strong this year
Big like
hoes
All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
Pullin' up with the Stinc Team
Bouncin' out with them
clocks eighteen years old.
He then forced him to contact Shaine and try to make her happy, He listened to his brother and they decided to go see Shaine.
about regrets your years go
By faster than a bullet from the 9
Don’t worry about us
Mullah Famly Business
Come take a seat at the table
Can’t worry about
not black
I can't tell by your complexion, you Mexican
And you're gettin' better, but you still kinda Suck ass at rappin'
You need to go take a nap
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