Lyrics:
know that it's worth,
Every treasure on earth,
To be young at heart!
(Young at heart!)
For as rich as you are,
It's much better by far,
young at heart (young at heart)?
For as rich as you are; it's much better by far
To be young at heart (young at heart)
And if you should survive
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
turn the noise up? Can you turn the noise up? (go, go, go, go)
Turn the fuckin' noise up, Odd nigga, my heart broken
Remember I was rich, so I bought
which
But uuuuhhhhh
I ain't stopping til I'm richy rich rich
Nigga Santa under palm trees
Cali Christmas
I'm talkin big shit ain't tryna kick it
Fuck you
shoulder
Was tryna get rich
When they told me it's over
They tell me I changed
And my heart's getting colder
I been through some battles
Still here
I'm
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
system
Get rich and control the system
I was servin' it, like Anna Kournikova
From a Nissan Pathfinder, now I have to find a chauffer
I got alphabet
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
rich
Since when was making music
About getting rich?
Since when was making art about getting rich?
And I know it's easy for me to say cause
Having
Big sticks, I'm riding round town with a rich bitch
She giving me top, that's a rich lick
Talking about daddy come give me kisses (huh)
Rich lick,
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
name
Keeping my hammer above my nail
C going big Is my only fate
Doubling money to fill my plate
One a real shit
Gotta get Rich
If I got to choose
Still
Rick cn Bad
Rich cn Baaad
Ha Ha Ha
Lets'e Go
So Much Money Pon Me Eh Tan Up Long Way Inah Pocket Cyah Fold (Big Racks)
Cash Or Plastic We Nuh Wear
a mocha
Getting to dis cat, like its Doja
They ask how the fuck I get so rich?
How the fuck can he take my bitch?
How the fuck did he find his niche?
How
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
I got a few songs in drill
I got a few songs where my heart get on that
Minimum combat
Not me wrong man
Me I stay silent mic where I contact
Caught
without a hitch
Except for a big fat commoner and an ass who's rich
The rich man wore a mustache under his potato nose
His greasy hair was slicked back
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
cop it by the pound
Bitch I'm straight from the trenches where it's all going down
Find your teeth on the ground getting slick out the mouth
This ain't
Say she hate how I ditch her but I got a big thing
So if karma's a bitch, how we got these big rings, yeah
Almost flunked out of school by the wayside
I
the best
My foot on they neck
All while stepping in Comme Garcon
I breaking hearts wont leave me alone
Im not a playa baby I crush a lot
Big in every city I
get rich
Can't fall for no hoe
Trust no bitch
I'm just trynna get rich
You don't know me
No he ain't the homie
Slide through by my lonely
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