Lyrics:
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' you double for
What up RH Quan what up Guwop baby
Oh my God I'm trippin', oh my God I'm lazy
You's a bitch nigga, I'ma rich nigga
Make your wish nigga, I'ma prince
This ain't nothing, I ain't stunting till I hit the button
Rich's at when the blue river diamonds flooding
Riding by the ocean just for promotion
Top
just gotta be another way (Another way)
We float around the city, blessed to see another day
Big truck, wooden crates, that's how the money came
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
push a button
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my
State
Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
the experience wasn't appreciated
By my young mind
"yeah get to the point"
Chill brah, let me talk
"Well explain the two area codes
Thats tatted on your arms"
Second album of the year, I'm on my trap shit
Make a skinny ho pay me like a fat bitch (Uh-uh)
Fly the Mulsanne like a plane, a boss behind tint
name hannah
Black and white bitches I call that hoe panda
Offended by my lyrics get out your feelings
Drop bout two albums you still ain't want hear it
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
HOOK:
Fuck em' all get rich
Fuck em' all get rich
Fuck em' all get rich
(Why don't you get up out your bag,
And go and get one, get some,
Get up out
a nigga like you
And tell 'em Rick James, bitch
With your Hollywood stories on porches
We poli' hood stories about who became rich
And whatever light
like the City Girls
Man it's something bout a city girl
They be with the shits
Heard you fucking up the city, girl
Big ass
That's her meal ticket
chick that you've seen this far
Brothers make a wish when they see this star
Big money be the cliff, down there we get off
By your own bottle, don't
couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the shit
Big bank on my finger
in
This city - this is one of my
All-time towns y'all know I stay
Out here but I came here for
The creativity more than anything
Because creativity
did with it, you know?
Jumped, twelve-years-old, off the porch, on the asphalt
Big risk, big reward, just avoid gettin' your ass caught
Re-up
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
All you ever do is take up space with flaws
Hey big dog
Fuck you and your little homies, kay? (Get lost)
Bitch I'm fully loaded with my head in
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