Lyrics:
thinking rough sex hit it out the ballpark
One shot, two shot
Got your little ass too drunk
Big booty on her
Told her back that ass up like Juvi
Oh yeah,
a Perc', man, man, this shit don't pop (percocet)
I drop a big album every time, I do, and shit don't flop (that shit be floppin')
Yeah, do this all
the stinacks
And I got a big-big MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck
hit the club with a mug
So mean got them niggas
Like who the fuck is that
Then I hop up out the car
So clean got them hoes
Like who the fuck is that
Hit
flippin chips
Gettin rich, even though it's hard
Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls
without scarred by a revolv'
with no warnin signs, cause yo
one (whip)
Now tattoo me on your ass, so it means something (oh)
Thumb through it, count that big bank roll (count it)
Prong set on my Cartier by
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Ay this that Eastside Johnny, big redemption like
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Hol' up
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Get out the way, get out
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
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 man gon' get hit (Let's go)
that's the album
Tryna turn the mansion to a castle
Diamond shine came from Africa
Shine, shine (Africa)
(Young Rich Niggas we some bachelors)
Ooh,
Cash, cold, that's what I need
Big bill collectors they ring my phone
They bother me when I'm not at home
Ain't go no time to be fooling round
Feet
Feat. Big Tymers, Mickey
(Mack 10)
What?
(Baby)
Hmm-hmm
(Mack 10)
You reday to tell `em
(Baby)
Listen tell `em about you fresh
Hook
into the crib
But they can't break the dream shout to the ones I dreamed with
If I ain't rich 'til the whole team rich
It's like I hit the light
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
Pac when I hit em up, feed me beats I can't get enough
I been that you ain't been enough, you tryna big over big but you ain't big enough
You should
she don't complain
Get it? She take it off, she don't cum playin'
Yeah, we gettin' rich by any means (by any means)
She want the dick by any means
by (you)
Rollie flooded (flooded), diamonds flawless (flawless)
Bad thotties, big bodies (skrrt, yeah)
(Sex)
Oh you rich? Yeah
I just gave my ex
which night y'all niggas talkin' about?
(Griselda)
Uh
(Hit-Boy)
Congratulate me now, all this paper gon' change me how?
Fly nigga, all these
that picture look real big
On some real shit, my nigga Vic gon' be rich
Pray to God forgive him for the dirt that he did
When I wasn't on TV you forgot
Typical hater
Fake words masked by a traitor
Omg I'll see you later
Lyrically none plainer
See you later Alligator
Hit you with a taser
I'm a ball
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
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