Lyrics:
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
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
Camaro with a big 'ol hearse shift rod?"
And he said, "Um, no."
"Do you have a girlfriend with long, red, curly hair.
Creamy, milk-white thighs.
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
to be, rich and famous, rich and famous.
Do you really want to be, rich and famous now.
Mr. Big shot what is your game
Mr. Big shot what is your final
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
nigga, hood rich, we livin' (we livin')
(Rich Gang) We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down,
For me and you
I gotta do it big
For me and you
I'm trying to get
Us rich
Take that bag
And make it flip
Double the pack
Gotta move a lick
For me
the day for Billy, take the OC by surprise
He'll make you do the Macarena as you rock your Tamagachi
With your Newton down in Woodstock playing Sega
Eatin rich
Fried fish
Won't ever switch
Don't trust a hoe
Don't trust a bitch
Gon flip the switch
From off to on
On on the song
I'm gon do it big
want ek’s lit
I'm like bitch get that rich make that switch fuck his bitch oe pêrels om my nek
En jou bitch hier by my plek oe
Big booty bitch en ‘n
scared 'cause she stick by my side
And I stay with that stick by my side
Bitch, I'm rich 'til I die, yeah
Bitch, I'm rich 'til I die
Shawty never
mind on the enlightenment/
Disrespecting science, they playing with our lives again/
Blinded by the cameras and the lights like they hype and them/
died
So I don’t bother with the nonsense Livin life like Woodstock 99
I could probably sit here spit a million words
I could probably fuck around
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