Lyrics:
trust these hoes (CB, fuck with me)
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa, these hoes
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
different niggas and they fuckin' with me, ah
Stay litty
Big bitch with a pretty kitty
Big mad 'cause your niggas fuckin' with me
I'm a real bitch,
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
heavily
Rap until your seventy still ain't catching me
Put it on my pops, big Phil and Beverly
Be standing on the top still after they bury me
Nose in
album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new
chitchat, I'm rich (fuck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fuck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (fuck)
When she get to toppin',
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
You're waitin' on your big break prayin' you could beat me
You ain't made it far as D.C., on the low
I been all around the globe like a God how they treat
desolation
Harboring both the pride and the shame of the nation
Living in the old
City young
City bold
City gold
City grime
City rich
City poor
City roar
City
Young Nations (Yeah yeah)
I run this city I own this bitch
I don’t need a Rolex niggaz know that I’m rich
Black credit card I got a black X6
Sealed
world
The nitty gritty, big bad, London city
Can you feel my fire?
Can you feel my burning desire?
Cross that fine line, yes it's your time
My guy, It's
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
than a bachelor pad
We’re here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink
rich
Flossing through your hood
Looking like a brick
Brand new keys
I just skrrt off the lot with it
Picture me rolling through your city in it
Scoping
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga, I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink,
a lotta rappers in my city keep it real
Juju Bucks keep it Real... yeah
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm
You only in the city cause in LA
Big U signed your eviction notice
You jokers better keep your mouth closed
I was a household name 'fore you
Was coming
and it's glistenin' (Uh)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Rrr)
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga
don't get no rich nigga
Give me some head, that'll really piss him off
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big
change you're just static
In big cities like I'm Fallon
Hopping on the bar(r)s like I'm Josh Allen (bars)
Irrelevant people always dissing
Get the fuck up
Oh no
The next days after fun in track 3
I was on Twitter, "Something's bothering me"
A couple more black men shot down
In separate cities, it
rich
I'm tryna get money in my pocket
Pockets forever bountiful
Struggling on your first song
For me, albums surmountable
I'm tryna get the crowd
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