Lyrics:
you just a rat
Tryna ride my wave
I'm big big shark you a little bitty nat
Big big big facts
They ain't ever lend no help
Tryna get rich
Just tryna
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
now
Eternity is bound together by us
Above our difference
Sadly true
I'm not that great
Shame but now
It's my road sign
Day after
Rushes me but
Doesn't
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands
and it's glistenin' (Uh)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Rrr)
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga
take me for a joke
You gave birth to me I bet they wish you murdered me
I'm sorry for the things I've said I love you for eternity
I'm freeing my
a bay Affi a suck e cocky strictly
Ugh
mi buy a Glock a suh mi chip this
Custom chain lead sheets & big whip
(Dark)
Verse:
an man rich yuh fuck
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
a couple hundo
Big mansion with a double front do'
Pretty young thang in a new condo
Pray to God, stay rich, stay humble
I got big bank casing
The way things are going we need a quick fix, baby
I don't mind you being a rich bitch, babe
If I were a real big baddy, sugardaddy, I'd be good to you
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
forever
When I see you, when you see me, when we get together it will be eternity
Baby when
Ooooooh Ooooooh Oooooh Oooooooh
Baby when
Ooooooh Ooooooh
Jackie Chan, Jet Li & Bruce Lee
Especially
If I g o t
The m i c
For eternity
Need more than three bowls just to flow with the beat
Pass me like three bowls
of van gogh
I'll never forget those places
You and me in london town
On the tower bridge
Buisinessmen in crowded pubs
With a dream of getting rich
Hamn
RICH P & Free World Music Limited (PRS)
By Road Elf
Written and composed by Clifford Hall - Damian Hall - Nigel Whitefield
Intro
Mi naah laugh
i'm a die trying to get rich
I got steppers in the six with some big sticks
Five bloods and I’m rolling wit six crips
Patek full of water got his wrist
Once upon a time
I was rich
How you gonna tell me I wasn't living as a kid, uh
Once upon a time
I was rich
I was runnin' runnin' round
I was
body bag
They gonna have to call the
Coroner for toe tags
Tell the bank tellers tell a
Nigga where them O's at
I got rich nigga issues
I got rich nigga
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(What you laughin' at?)
Well, I'm rich and famous
It's just better, like, it's just like
Know what I'm sayin'?
real rich, you're forever the only lil' bitch I'm with
Mm, I keep that 5.56, say the word, I split his wig (yeah)
Keep a big boy blick, my stick, the old
[Wyclef Jean]
Big & Rich, Wyclef Jean
There goes the neighborhood, Oh Oh!
[Chorus: Big & Rich]
Please man, don?t call the police man
Why can
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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