Lyrics:
Can't live my life like bitch, I real deal dick his bitch (Mhm)
I can't go out like him, i got my glick new switch (Mhm)
It ain't that hard to pick, she
Of these hoes and pricks
Who pay grand for a bitch
That's why they get so rich
You want my money? Aight here you go baby boo
Don't spend it all honey,
cuz that′s how I live as a boss
I get to the bag and by any means
I'm still going hard with nothing to eat
Kick down the door they won't give me a key
I
stockbrokers who own Marriott's
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you
(This Week in Bible Prophecy)
God has a plan, and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
Through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this
They wanna hold us back
So we stay ready to ride
And you could go hold me to that
I ain't ever telling a lie
And everyone thinking we switch up
We made
it's a vibe
Money all in my mind, I'm tryna go get that
I've been on my grind, I'm tryna get rich fast
Now I take my time, I'm just persistent
It ain't
bleedin', gettin' our ones up. Straight 'bout this B game, big money poppin' over here. G5, brrrat brrrat brrrat Rich Gang!
It ain't no ho in my blood
No
!!!!)
Won't listen Dont need advice
I stack that money
Get rich and rejoice
(Huh)!!!!
Just cop the wraith
That's the Royce, She wanna fuck
Just from
liquor, that shit ain't ideal
I'm big in my field, my trigger like Will
Might slap me a rapper, then pack up and chill
Don't at me and act like you don't
money, ain't get it
Now I'm spending my whole damn life in the womb
Pussy, nigga ain't hittin'
But I'm hittin' all you hittin'
Sound like I passed that gas
Sippin’ juice bitch this ain’t moon shine
Up early I make a rack by noon time
Freak Movie
Make a motion picture
Cold jacket wit’ Giuseppe sneakers
(ungrateful)
Ain't nobody from our city that made it ever did that for niggas
You know what I'm sayin', the trenches (ungrateful)
I tried to be the first
it ain't my word it's just revelation
met angel got blessed before I ran into satan
devil came to shade
it don't look safe
that's the world but it's
I'mma Matt like Bonner
I pull up if you want it
Cash out like Charlie Sheen when
It come to Thugger, rich Homie
Chopper bullet F&N me
If the bitch ain't
to me
Better watch your tone
Look me in the eyes
I'm the prize
When you gone realize
I no need for new friends
I ain't got to pretend that I like you
I
the hookah
Tearin' up the place
I'm a rich nigga, got Chanel on my waist
Run up on me playin', I'ma aim it at ya face
And that go for anybody, anyway
Fuck your friend he can never better me
That's real
Told my family we'll be rich my darling
These ones ain't give me shit my darling
Hold my phone I'm
like that, but me I'm one of them
See I want it all I want it all ain't leaving none for them
I was so broke ain't have 2 dollars for some m&m's
Ms
feel regret by me
Longer that I live I start to see
Being a leader ain’t never been cheap
Pressure of a king might cost you sleep
War with the world
showed I got it by myself, they ain't doubt it yet
Big sweep this big kick, feel like Lou Khang
They ain't see me come up out that shadow, feel like Bruce
no problem
These niggas lame they ain't no goblins
Really take it there wit any nigga put that shit on yo mama
I Been smokin strong thrax this shit be
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
night, I can't
Think like, I hit this blunt, I ain't gon' front, I miss my brother, no reason to lie
Talk on him, get sent to the sky, keep a knock, by yo
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