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the moves 
Niggas want Ice like an avalanche 
Me I want carats like a salad shop
Blue lights flash like camera shop
Make it out my granny's spot 
Big time 
99

And your sister is out of town
Sit by my white piano
I'll sing you Christmas carols
Give you all of that this year
My heart wrapped in a box
With a ribbon

Under the Influence

D-Age

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo"
I leave ya face leakin'

(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich

they Crip, got blue hunnids (it got blue hunnids)
Bitch, I'm a shoes junky 
Prada my kicks, a few hundreds (a few hundreds)

Big Boogie
See my young

Yay Deep

B-Legit

Southwest Riders

1997

el g, in this old jeep,
Out slangin by the oak tree,
You know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
An everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from

the album right by christmas
Or late easter
Thank you nice to meet cha
Mr. shell toe adidas
Big big belieber
I bagged your favorite baby
And didn't get him

the night with me

Brand new money, I put it on
I been puttin' on
I can't leave her 'lone if
She don't make me rich
I had to get it by my 'lone
Call it what

blue
pursue
Stock money like we a jew
Mi notes dem blue
Lifestyle band new


More time di notes pink
Inna London wi have di big links
Wid a few big batty

here, there's jackboys downstairs
No man with the big bag just man with the big gat
Try and take your shit back 'cause he feel the world owe him

Flight To Memphis

Juicy J

Flight to Memphis

reckless
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)


North, North
All my niggas rich, bitch, known to keep a big stick
I can't give a bitch shit, I be on my pimp shit (you

a herringbone 
Break her bed just like an ice cream cone
Yeah, slime, slime, slatt, yeah
Real rich nigga affair
Put a hole in her body like classic
Big stick

Christmas December
Written by: Diavallan Fearon and Kymona Davis
 
Intro:
December December 
Everybody love off December 
December December 
Can't

Christmas December
Written by: Diavallan Fearon and Kymona Davis
 
Intro:
December December 
Everybody love off December 
December December 
Can't

Christmas December
Written by: Diavallan Fearon and Kymona Davis
 
Intro:
December December 
Everybody love off December 
December December 
Can't

Christmas December
Written by: Diavallan Fearon and Kymona Davis
 
Intro:
December December 
Everybody love off December 
December December 
Can't

made that shit my mission (make em' rich)
Blue lights on the high street, then I'm missing (then I dash, skurr)
They try put money on my head, like I'm

melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that

The Ballad of Hard Luck Henry

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,
Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.

The riffles of his sluicing-box

Uh-huh, who, just smoothing it out, right now
My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see)
Sip on this little bit of odor, made

Bleed

Young M.A.

Herstory in the Making

2019

the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver um, curtains please
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly (uh huh)
Black and blue, that gray

Aye Aye Aye Aye 

Back in the game and I'm eating like a big boy
I ain't never going back 
Girls all around me and they looking like playboy
I don't

the run in sentence
I'm penny pinching doing no tricking got to be smart with the spending
Ain't buying my girl no gifts, only on birthdays and Christmas
If

yeah, For sure
My lil' baby ass so fat, I'm like, "Woah"

Ayy, it's Big KD (Yeah) , I'm a rich bitch
For every dark day, I make sure my wrist lit
(Bling)