Lyrics:
at art shows
Got a condo down in the state
Left 20 bands on a plain
Air BNB for the gang
On the same street as Lil Wayne
She wanna break and fuck the child
Getting high just thinking about the times you was alive
And all them days that you was by a nigga side
Your mama stayed around the corner from my
Joe and Lil Wayne, I make it rain
Krush Unit, motherfucker that's the
Clique that I claim, man
Once again she hears the sound of showers
Raindrops keep
doubt
Some of ya like love wanna hug and kiss nigga's
But I don't kiss men I ain't lil Wayne nigga
I'm real hip hop they fakers and posers
They
need'em bitch sorry can't holla
verse 4: Lil Wayne
Now tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer
I'm
Intro:
Let's work for the family
Let's keep the family strong
By keepin the tie of love strong in the family
All those of you who are rich, use your
Get back up in the streets, so the rumors can be dead
Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head
Bumba claat watch, now watch me I'm
shit
Walina chayatin
Mali tah rich
By the grace of god
We going to be rich
La jiti ldarbi
Tal9ani dima ana kayn
M3a l3anasir broski
Blan hna rah bayn
Ay! Here we go!
Colli boy! Wh-wh-what's the scenario?
Huh?
Me and Mario comin' through your stereo
So young, so fly, so rich
I know you gotta
one right here is for that
Ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your scalp
The Feds call my 'hood a Payday
Cuz it's packed with nuts
Ghetto rich money stashed
In the mansions bruh
I got them kis
Ten a ki from Fresh and Atrice bruh
like a Wayne beat
Gotta watch that side block, hit up that Main Street
You can't beef while we into it, lil' nigga, you can't eat
They killed your
empala
Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla
verse 4: Lil Wayne
Now tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
I'm only
Squad
From the top, we have the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne
T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game
And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher
that
I use to remix a black
Don't talk on the tap
I move by myself
I'm beating down her back I got my hands around her neck
Even when I stop to get gas I
the soda)
Puffin somethin wit a odor babyyy yeah
Tell me all ya fantasies
What you wanna do
Get em by da 2
Pimpin really nothin new
Fuck em by da pair
that (Shhh)
Lil' nigga get no playin', time on the bench like Cameron Payne
You niggas lame in the gangstas', y'all do anything for fame
No Bruce Wayne
lil' bitch act like Megan Thee Stallion
She ghetto and nasty, she drivin' the boat (drive the boat)
All this shit that they makin' be boring
Play me
can't l have you Cleaned up By tomorrow Morning You can't rap, all your Songs are borin
I'm the future, doin Donuts In a DeLorean on Floren
I'm
yessir
Do I really gotta illustrate it
Birdman and Lil Wayne, all you hear is fire flames in my words
Told y'all I would be the greatest
All it really took
gotta do
Hey, hey, hey
POPeye shot this you lil bitch!
Gotta stack & reinvest so I can get more dividends
Shout out to my mom & dad, we some rich
Livin the life
Went from doin bad - to doin real nice
Went from sittin - low, to sittin high nigga
Use to have six, now I got nine nigga
A lil' rich
this)
I got a rolly I’m dumpin the stick
(Bow)
He caught a body she likes that I’m rich
Fuckin your bitch got her all on my dick
Shut up Lil nigga it is
out Johnny Dang
Kicking shit chop it up jet lui kang
On my rich nigga shit like Bruce Wayne
Excuse me if shlumped just painted a new wave
Drip with
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