Lyrics:
If i was rich
I wouldnt stop smokin pack by the zip
Id only fuck on the baddest bitches
I could go broke n still drip bitch
If i was rich
Ridin
in the world being left without a choice
Heard some voices speaking crazy, hot, carrying a torch
Ancestors in my veins, only difference is the ankles
be followed by a geezer
With a big grey beard
I hope he isn't one of your mates
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
counting big bands
Big B on the back of my new pants
She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants"
Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry
I got all
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
rich, have kids, Hold it down n never split
Girl if i had one wish
See my looks is gon attract you but my age will throw you off
My mentality will have
shines, I shine, I don't miss a thing
All I need is money, friends, clubs, cars
I'm giving you the gas, the problems are left behind us
Big successful rich
My job is to tell it like it is
See who the fuck I'ma jack today
Nigga broke, shit and it's early in the mornin'
Today I'm going to tell you
go somewhere
Get a little crazy
He's rich and I'm wishin', um
He could be my Mister Yum
Delicious to the maximum
Chew him up like bubble gum
I'm his
my boy! free Bobby) you know that Shmigo all the way (free Rowdy) Shmigo! (Shmigo Gang)
You know what it is
Free the Shmigo gang, them my posse yeah
still a big boy
But I'm not a hero, fade choice
Fake troll. Make a wall
Of events. Destroy
Toy world. Bold walk
The wick is lit. Foul
Сompressor, reverb
late teens, I left for the Big Apple
I invested in stocks even though my pockets lined with rocks
Eventually, I grew lucky with a few of my choices
workin' me
Had my big beatbox and I was jammin' the beat
I met this freak named Antoinette
Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet
Everythin' she had is
workin' me
Had my big beatbox and I was jammin' the beat
I met this freak named Antoinette
Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet
Everythin' she had is
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
buy it
Nigga, my bitch do it for me, I'm not lyin'
These niggas is full of nothin' but cap
We ain't miss, but bitch, we spinnin' back
We hit them niggas
calling my name
(Someone)
No choise, gotta walk threw the rain
(No choice, no choice, no choice)
Big scars on my brain and they stayin'
One day I'ma stop
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
State
Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me
Everyone's different
So what I want, you might not want
Visa versa, yeah who Don't
G-H
Who don't wanna be rich? (Who?)
Who don't wanna be big
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