Lyrics:
a bitch
Homies we all getting rich
Party on the yacht just for the fun of this shit we doin' it big
Hard to find these racks hard to find these bags
Tryna
me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare
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
house that weekend
He was cheating so I lost my big V while he was beatin'
In the other room, not yet abused by time
I saw the whole world through that
of cash can get a nigga bag
But that don't make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad
Nigga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk
Me to you's
Yea... yeah, ayy, huh
Y'all already know I like them sticks man
I swear I'm so lifted walkin on the moon
We gon' be rich real, real soon
And when
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
single time, you find a reason for a diss
It's always about the money, ye I'm the one who should be rich
I don't deserve all of this hate, I was the one
it poppin' yeh you know my type
I call him big poppa for you i keep it tight
Bring out the choppa riccadonna this ain't no party popper
Heart stopper
guns, I can't run out
Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the compund
We go by
rich rich, and I'm Big shit
I ain't tryna hear no bitch shit, time go tick tick
Tryna blow up like a cannon, bitch I'm goin nick nick
I don't really like
frustrated with the process and head to the streets
And find some alternative ways to get 'em somethin' to eat
You got draconian laws in place as mandated by
had are torn apart
Now I find that I was wrong too late I'm all alone
Alone in a world of broken heart
I live in the world world of forgotten people...
I was born legendary on the 12th of February
Big fat rich nigga, call me Refrigerator Perry
If I piss on your head then call it rain, do you
Imma make it big of course I'm gone get rich
And bro gone make a nigga dance just by the way he move that stick
My momma keep on screaming school I told
feelings)
I was consumed by all this stress and now I'm staying big chillin' (staying big chillin')
P-people come and go, I can't get worried when they leave
champion weh mi born Jamaica
Big mansions real estate thousand acre
Multimillion dollar corporation INC incorporations
NFL money rich NBA mi have money inna
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
loving me
Me took a big L now
The attention on me
Yeah
You did a good
Job breaking me
Me finna find a drink
That finna fix me
I'm doing a good
Job loving
of the year Freak of the cench, freak with a stench
Big Peeza, Big Peeza, Big Peeza, Big Peeza
Freak of the week, freak of the year Freak of the cench, freak
really that simple shit get harder by the week
I’m keeping at it coz I wanna see me eat, dawg.
Cop me a new crib, dawg.
Get my momma rich , dawg.
She ain’t
you’re thin or fat
It ain’t there to judge all that
My heart is an open door
Don’t care if you’re rich or poor
Ain’t the world just a big front porch
I watch, the ends go by
Some man try, Poor ting die
Soldiers fly, Mothers cry
Fathers lie, Ends go buy
Watch the ends go by
Woman try, Rich ting die
watch, the ends go by
Some man try, Poor ting die
Soldiers fly, Mothers cry
Fathers lie, Ends go buy
Watch the ends go by
Woman try, Rich ting die
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