Lyrics:
winter, 1989
My brother good at ball, I can't play no sports
They won't let you pack a tool on the b-ball court
Cluster Ave, Monty Paul, where my daddy
up
Heard they throwing shots but they all be subliminal
Tryna be wealthy while you niggas wanna be rich n stuff
I just had a dream & envisioned about
around town as if I'm wit' Ciara
Bow fall off, nigga, that'll be never
I'm rich, yeah, I'm rich, I can do whatever
I get a kick outta shuttin' suckers
after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em
Thirty millions later my future favors
The legendary status
health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Law's out
behind can't cash
You got a big mouth, a big mouth
You got a big mouth, a big mouth
A big mouth!
People used to say that you had a big mouth
And now I
The way things are going we need a quick fix, baby
I don't mind you being a rich bitch, babe
If I were a real big baddy, sugardaddy, I'd be good to you
(Uu,uu,uu,ah,ah,Ruth Chris)
(Manna Dosanjh)
(Heh,Heh,Heh)
That's that rich life, she want to eat Ruth Chris (haa)
You can't even fight, you just got
If I had a dollar for every time these niggas hate, I'd be rich like Jay and Ye
I got rich with Babyface, we came up just making plays (yeah)
Man, I
90 doller steak
Eating big shit
Check a nigga out call me big
Drip
I be with the rich bloods and rich
Crips
I don’t do car notes
I got
can't change now I got better health
I ain't rich yet but I ain't broke I gotta lotta wealth
I used to break the screen door when granny went and grabbed
sight
Bitch I’m a baller I’ll get you a flight
Can’t catch these feelings
They stay outta sight
Bitch I’m a baller
Young rich Niño in the City
Young rich
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
lifted
Big god I’m made in his image
Ain’t never been afraid of competition
I could never be the same to different
Go to work
Put in work
Know yo
Big drip big whip big ice big bank
EZZY MONEY
My drip is so hard you can’t stand by me
(big drip)
My whip is so hard you can’t park by me
(skurt)
My
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
nigga to be broke, while makin another motherfucker rich
Wise up nigga, get with the program
Cause in this dirty game, you gots to wash your own hands
my mama chillin' by the lake
Broke ass niggas love to hate
Can't pay his rent, he always late
I left the hood, they called me fake
Ain't shit
Imagine..... Whoa, woa.
Woa, woa.
Big bill collecters, the ring my phone,
they bother me when I'm not at home.
Ain't got no time to be
a gyalis
She waan be mi baby mammi
1badniss we rich
Always have it pon we
Yo big rich
VERSE2:
She love Msport X6 bimmer
280 pon the odometer
Dash-board full
happened, I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far, with a satisfied mind
Money can't buy back your youth when you're old,
Or a friend when you're
I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely
get wipe from eye
With you by my side I'll forever be rich
No a brudda can't lose you nuh see how man a win
Aye
Big loving gih you big big lovin big
back in the day
Now my pockets got weight
Money on my mind with the plays
Catching them plays, big money shit like a bank
Aye, Aye, I'm tryna get rich by
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