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serenade, I just party
Marinate, get your cash everybody
Come on and ride with me, dip with me
Get rich with me, sip some Hennessey
If you's a rider, a world
What watch should I put on today? (Yeah)
Ayy, what car should I drive today?
Ayy, somebody roll up a blunt
Yeah, big money shit
If Young Metro
What watch should I put on today? (Yeah)
Ayy, what car should I drive today?
Ayy, somebody roll up a blunt
Yeah, big money shit
If Young Metro
didn'tRealize
Gave her the
I'm a beat killer
Rap nigga
Lrae the African drilla
She never been with a Trap
She's obsessed with with rich Nigga
She never been a Big
Im just tryna get rich
Im just tryna get rich
Im just tryna get rich yea
So why you acting like a bitch yea
Its die tryna get rich yea
Gotta get it
on shit lil' nigga
Ima big stunna'
Diamond wearing
I ain't sharin'
Why you starin'
On the couch lit as fuck
My blunt roll big as fuck
Wanna party bitch
one (whip)
Now tattoo me on your ass, so it means something (oh)
Thumb through it, count that big bank roll (count it)
Prong set on my Cartier by
of the party is hardly appealing
When the party ain't part of your army (lonely by yourself)
Freed me from feeding my blame shifting feelings
You're sorry, oh, I
the stinacks
And I got a big-big MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck
Bibles
Big car go like, mm, model, and I voom right by when I hear sirens
In the studio, I recoding, I'm tryna get rich
Brody hit a lick, I told him, stop
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giving them your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated shit rap
Running through you like fast food; Big Mac's
You don't want no problems, fix that
but a little comes by
Get a big plan for the dough
But
But
One day I will be rich
One day I will be rich
I’m grinding and I will never give up on hope
had a plot as a kid to get rich
Hah, listen, lil' bitch
Got the game in my hand like a Switch
It's just me and my clique
Rap and get money, rap
him at a winter party (Party)
I saw him and I know he saw me (Saw me)
He was by himself didn't roll with an army
He was staring at me kind of oddly
Dick long like sugar cane
And my money on my brain
I will never complain
That's panties and pussy
We just came to party
Got some money wired
We
(I Love You Kage!)
I pull up to the party
I don't even like to party
Yea, then my eyes hit shawty
She lookin' back, I caught it
She know I get big
Crush (yeah) (whoa huh)
Pull to the club, shoot the party up
Got money my pockets, yeah, big bucks
Rich Forever, they can't fuck with us
That AP my
and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
And every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce,
(There’s a pistol at the party)
Everybody hit the floor (There’s a pistol at the party)
Uh oh there they go (Another pistol at the party)
Like woah (Pistol
burnin' like the sun set
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context
Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, afghan
Never gotta get ready
Cause I'm already ready
My pockets heavy
Ion party no confetti
I push start, gotta ride like a Chevy
Street smart so you know
walk in the party
Imma walk wit the gang
And then we start buggin
He keep it tucked like his button
Bloody shirt cause these niggas
Just gon get
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