Lyrics:
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
with your bitch
By what she want and shit
Trap Nigga I’m rich
Verse
Pop out yeah nigga had to go get it
Ask bout me I’m the man in my city
Bitchs
Oh and we take your ho
Pull up in the Lamborghini with that big 44
Young rich nigga came from
The fucking kitchen
Whippin', whippin', whippin'
Surrounded by snakes feel like a fucking charmer
Stealing your girl like the knight in shining armour
Milking them titties like I'm a dairy farmer
Dropping
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
The Motherfucking Earth Explode
We bouta get big
We bouta get big
We bouta get big
We bouta get rich
Nigga check out all em cars
Nigga check out all them fits
Ill
free bruh
Don't take too long
Yo. B
What's good, bruh? Heard you been in the city, man
Big Charlotte
Doing your thing out there
We waiting
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
So tell that gangster
back to god cause he kept me alive
Kept me alive
Big up all the people who stood by my side
Stood by my side
And to all of my fans who respected my vibe
Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight
He used to tell me all the time
Don't wet none sis
By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich
That's when
bitch
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome
the bags out, the racks out
Imma make a rich nigga cash out
Big Bank
Big bank where I come from
Big bank where I come from
Made him ball so hard, he passed
momma taught me that if I
Was in a grocery store
And I’m by myself and a
Stranger grabbed my hand
Scream at the top of your fucking
Lungs if I’m
laid back and did it
So we hope you enjoy listening to
This album half as much as we
Enjoyed playing it for you
Because we had a ball only
Real music is
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
She was sittin' down on that big butt
But I was still starin' at the titties though
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
Chorus
Swervin thru the city wit a big titty bitch
Lightin up the gas homie all up in the whip
Focused everyday cause I gotta get rich
Livin
money do you have?
That's not up for discussion
I be mashin out
Wih something european
On them buttons
I been rich since I was 11
My grams look
Like 7's
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