Lyrics:
to get my weight up (X2)
Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up?
the young black and famous Rich like Matty
With the power and the knowledge at our fingertips
With a style make the ladies wanna lick they lips, shake they
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
got defeated
Yoda taught him how to fight
That's why he's hard to beat
'till his head got chopped
By some mop-topped creep
Pockets filled with credit's
Brr, Lord let me catch my drift, ah
Roll a big chopper
While the ride getting wiped down
The white I got right now
Will turn your wife light-brown
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
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
of money
So don't be asking me why
I wanna be rich oh
I wanna be rich oh
I wanna be rich oh
I wanna be rich, full of love, peace and happiness
I want my
stop rocking 'til I retire
I got Lyor rich, y'all got niggas fired
I'm a cash cow, nigga, I'm 'bout to cash out
'Bout to drop The Black Album and back
home! Ahahaha! Ah oh, why do I want to go home? Oh I don't
know, I've been in here so long, oh I'm stuck to the chair and all that kind of good stuff...
I'm cold as a geys
I'm colder than June 25th for real
I just got a deal
Why you acting like that ain't such a big deal
Let's be honest I'm a problem in
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
what
Reality is a big punch in the gut
A rip off, I flip off the bridge
Shouldn’t have left, now I'm getting rich
Wouldn't talk down if my homies around
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
dans mon Diesel jeans
Ey, dans l'game y'a plus beaucoup des parasites
Ça fait brr, brr
Ça bombarde, quand j'arrive
Amiral Taysho, le grand général
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY
a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm going big bitch, suck my dick
Yeah I'm going big
laid back and did it
So we hope you enjoy listening to
This album half as much as we
Enjoyed playing it for you
Because we had a ball only
Real music is
it easy on the beat
But imma put em in they place
Push the pedal to the floor
I'm big and I'm heavy feeted
Cuz bitch I'm undefeated
Time to wake y
but Buster they couldn't show him because he'd have got... they'd have got copyright problems and
all that. And it was also fun enough, a big MTV
my money dance
All my mamis de la Cardi dicen "Wepa", yeah, yeah
Big boss, baby, you know I'm the jefa (yeah, yeah)
Y ando despechá', woah, alocá'
Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze
That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues
To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels
Entrepreneurs,
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