Lyrics:
done know say wi a, baad mon
Matic pon mi belly tuck
Man a Baad mon
Ready fi bus it up anytime
Cause wi a baad mon
Big up every baad mon
Top shata baad
Humble Money, nigga, all my life I had to move mean
Tryna get rich like 50 cent, but this ain't no movie scene
Lil' nigga, big steppa, yeah, I call
eat a mento
They prolly know anigga black as hell cuss my big nose
They prolly know anigga packed in here by my big clothes
They prolly know I used
I'm spraying clips (Gang)
I'm in the fire pit (Aye)
Ima make it rich
Ask in my city whose the realest one
I don't cap, when I say my homies toting guns
to a sinner, yeah
Boy I was homeless then I was rich, check out the wristwatch look at my whip
Made like two grand in a week serving vanilla and cinnamon bricks
him, I did it for clout
Marketing strategy, figured it out
Smoke gas by the pound, I’m a Rasta
Big ol’ glizzy, I’m a shotta
In your city like mañana
I
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. And think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas
pimpin' you cannot resist
I'm like okay
She know I get to a bag
Tell your bitch sit in the back, you know I'm a G
And I got plugs in your city, I get
I told 'em get it off of Ebay
Yeah, that way
Your bitch favorite album 3 Way
I'm in game like EA
High life when the replay
Bought a bitch a brand new
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
Your turn, you get them bitches, slang this
So Icy Boy, nigga
Down with Big Wop (brrt)
Ho, I pop a Perc', I'm up 'bout six blunts
Got rich in
me at the spot, nigga drop your kids off
If a nigga come short
Then his dick staying soft
Only fuck with rich niggas, fuck it
Mask off!
Put me
your ass get around, nigga (hey)
Get the fuck from 'round nigga (woo, woo, woo), you ain't even from the town, nigga
(Offset) (yeah)
Big body Urus
we gon' get you hit
Talk a lot like you servin' brick
Tryna get me rich and I fuck your bitch
She be suckin' dick on some other shit
These niggas,
the pot
Cause I'm taking your spot
Eres frio
You ain't never been hot
My flow and lyrics, got you beat
When my album drop you'll be obsolete
If you not
of the out- outbound train
The rich folks they own the big city
And they down us for living the way we do
But when you're born the child of a poor man
You
Ey $hort (What's up mayne?)
Ah nothin' man, just sittin' up here man
Drinkin' on this big Hennessy
What's happenin' with you?
(Over here smokin'
Now that's a big old fail
But the punch is a lot harder when you clip your nails
Niggas, how you expect to drive when you ain't get your L's?
You was
Ring on my finger cost a brick
Am Rich
I took a trip to Ghana, and Addis Abba,
I love Victoria, Danie and Mary Atawalna,
Got ma caddy carrying sticks,
what is your profession aahoo aahoo
If you want me come and get me
Meet me at the fifty
We about to see who the hardest in the city
We ain't scared
will never be me
I am the realest in the game, come catch me up in
The street
Me and broskie going crazy, album finna be
Heat
Got your b*tch, she love
better turn it up in the whip
I'm too legit
I don't want to be famous
I just wanna get rich I switch the flow
Up on every song wait for my album to hit
Two
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
In a three-wheeled jalopy; he bought and sold potions
To the city that looked over the ocean
And he sold the last drop, it was big with the rich
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