Lyrics:
got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice?
With flows older than the first sold cold soda
Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
Them cincos are at it again, blow doja
I am like Iron Mike,
my K full
We rich niggas, baby, we ain't chasin' you
(Nah)
Sixteen, I was robbin' on Craigslist (What?)
Drippin' hard like a fresh shot of Actavis
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
walkin'
Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go
My gat too big to let my belt show
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
But these chicks think
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
I j wanna ride with a lil bad bih
Smoke on a big fat splif
Young nigga trynna get rich
Baby do you wanna see me drift
Ion wanna go sideways
Ion wanna
(yea)
Came from not having a lot (uh)
Want my American pie (pie)
Rich black arrogant guy (guy)
Burn you, don't play with the fire (fire)
Know you get
gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real, baby
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Vici Liberace, I'm rich
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Now
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash
6Teen thinking bout these racks I got big dreams
In the ends dodging all these rats keep it by the seem
Serve a bean tip it watch it splash im off
Gimme the badman, gimme dat roche
Gimme dat thing that'll blow my mind
Gimme dat thing that'll blow my mind
Gimme dat light, gimme dat kush
Gimme
kiddin'
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, I should mind my fuckin' business
I told Bagg to swap
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Get Rich have a nice dream
원해 넌 big deal pay me for real
Woo 50 grand im gonna pay that all day
내 걱정은 니 시간을 죽여 every day
Get Rich we gotta Get Rich
Get Rich have a nice dream
원해 넌 big deal pay me for real
Woo 50 grand i’m gonna pay that all day
내 걱정은 니 시간을 죽여 every day
Get Rich we gotta Get Rich
slapped
You want a big bitch
Nigga I'm on that rich shit
Big Bitch
Big Bitch
Come blow a bag on a
Big Bitch
Big Bitch
He wanna fuck on a
Big Bitch
Big Bitch
It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it
Some yell it and tell it, I blow it and smoke it and smell it
Let's spend tokens wit my people who
mind's on gettin' reach by all means
In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't
been tryna get rich
Gotta blow a couple bands on my fit, Dior hoodie with the Dior kicks
I need all that money I'm lit, what you mean which one a young
the moment
Never cross my mind again
Come to another stand and never
Cross that line again
Name is Louis Will, but I'm from Memphis
Tenn where makin' easy
beef I fire at ya
Grill until it barbeque
I got more heart than you and to
Spark at you it's an issue
Like that big bitch that
Battle wit' big tit's
My
don't mix
I got bad bitches comin' by the twos like a Twix
Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she
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