Lyrics:
not switch now
Heartbreaker but i show them how to keep a big smile
Yeah
Big smile walking in the bank a nigga rich now
I can blow some racks all on my
(what?)
Never gave a fuck, yeah, that's how I got rich (ayy)
Thirty round clip, make 'em do a backflip (yeah, yeah)
Get interrogated, I bet he gon'
of the car man
Let’s fucking go, let’s fuck this fella up man for real
I’m making this money for real but ain’t gonna stop till you tell me we all rich
I used
blue one or the pink
I said the red one
Big spliff on my lip feel like sippin red rum
Broski said I need a hook, shit
Lemme’ get one -
Niggas talking
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Throwing six like Kareem
Bitch I'm ballin out the league
Man I gotta feed the team
Getting rich by any means
Fuck a rat
Chase the cheese
Smoke some
Grandfather.Shall we run like water in the rainin the Land of Many Waters?
Water in the rain.
Wabasha, Shakopee, Little Crow, Big Eagle.A blanket pulled over their
rich shit
Yeah hottest nigga with the hottest sounds
Nigga we get weed by the pounds
Baby i'm a dog roll with hounds
Looking for what's real I been
that fendi she a fan though (Fan)
bitch I got rich bought designer with no logos
Got plenty blue hunneds but now I want more
Big blood blatt shooting
G's to play with
Bitch I'm the brick man, ballin like a rich man
Sippin on this syrup got me leanin like a kickstand
Recognize the pimpin, feel
fear, big boss status with me, you’re good everywhere.
I say what good is being rich if all your n*ggas ain’t winning rule number one to be a boss make
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
the raps way before I had a gig guide
And whats a fucking human to the big five
Dirt poor to stinking rich
All this drip rappers around me sinking ships
When
bitches til their face goes numb
Taste my cum it was laced with rum
And a twist of gun powder
Blow away your flower like
Ugh
Big up to the porn stars
Big up
We getting kush by the bale and then sale it it probably look like I'm bagging up broccoli
Walking around with a stack of blue money it probably look
keep trying to teach us
What guns are all about
Confused liberty with weaponry
And watch your kids act it out
And every year now like Christmas
Some
Yeah, I was born a misfit, grew up ten miles from the town of Ipswich
Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence
I never was a sick kid,
The Slack And Carry The Load
Make Ends Meet And Be Working In The Crossing Stones
Who The Single Parent, To Me And My Big Sister
They Had Me Happy
clear nigga, it's Ice Cube you can call me tha Grinch
I got your Christmas list
But I ain't buyin' you shit
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (yeah
a tech leave you stretched
I'm 50 cent getting rich in a vest
Won't die trying if I aim for the head
By any means when it comes to a check
R E S P E C
sometimes it feel quicker
Poor nigga, Rich nigga, damn still
Top shelf when you pour, like you niggas isn't poor
You be scramblin for funds, by the bouncer
that it's a rap bitch
I don't want a blue check i want a big check
Rich nigga big dick nigga with some big sex
Pussy make him wife me i ain't even meet
Don't Need Another Nigga Money Bitch I Been Straight
Don't Need Another Nigga Army Bitch I'm Big Ape
Ran Up A Bunch Of Blue Faces Of A Mixtape
These Nigga
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