Lyrics:
150 round magazine and a dot
FMJ's by the box, nigga
Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga
Shouldn't find that surprising
Cause I bought the muthafucka
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar
where my future should be leading me
Increasingly I notice the chaos
Mom was laid off we had to play hard
Cause we had bills to pay off
But I always had
This is for the big boys
Rich Igbo boys
Igbo boys don't play with their business
How I make my money
Is none of your business
As I dey mind my own
mind's on gettin' reach by all means
In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't
dues? Can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star
dues? Can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star
Goddamb, goddamb
So many plans, they fill up a whole house
Goddamb, goddamb
So many Benjamens, I can't even count
We rich forever, my nigga, we rich
chu then I switch hands
(They, they talkin' big baby)
They don't wanna play
They don't wanna play
They don't, they don't
They don't wanna play
They
and armed guards
Yeah, that's six million dollars, organized, all large (all blue)
I tell that bitch to slow down, 'cause she fuckin' with my high
Left
at a skyscraper reaching into heaven
When over in the ghetto I'm livin' in hell
Just play ball or be an entertainer
'Cause niggaz like me can't read too well
with the niggaz from the other side
Call my nigga Rich and he's right!
[Big Rich]
Fuck them niggaz I got a truck full of 38, some bullet shields
Ice, we
and get rich
Bitch I'm so god damn motherfuckin cool
See me and you drool like you're nothin but a fool
Ridin down the strip with B-Legit and Big Ant
they said we couldn't
We come from nothing nigga
Let's get this fucking money
I got my money right, call me Rich Homie Dram
I'm sipping on patrón nigga
to the snootiest snooze, Cabos
Pop coochie 'til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit' crews
That's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit
I'm big Hitt, don't confuse
to the snootiest snooze, Cabos
Pop coochie 'til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit' crews
That's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit
I'm big Hitt, don't confuse
and they bark
Semi and shifter two sticks in my car
Long way to go used to play in a bar
Trappin out cars, now we meeting with stars
Passed by the moon cause we
ain't no fuckin' rapper (woo)
He say he get them 'bows for cheap, ooh, he a big capper (why you cap?)
'Cause every time I ask him where they at, he
locked up, she said, "You better swing"
Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream
I run all in this shit (man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green
'm leaving GA
Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one
And grab my guitar and play
Four days flew by like a drunk Friday night
As the summer drew
hang around
Rats nigga
My bitch gotta shop outta saks
Everything about a dolla
Catch me talking to my racks cause
Hook
Nigga we rich
Nigga we rich
I
like big sean cuz yo contract is ova
I took yo girl and I do not care
Got four points to make, don't play fair and square
I know you fake like bow wow
just turn into a rich bitch
Smokin' on stank, man, I know that (Yeah)
Shoot at your head turn your head to a throwback
Big shit, y'all don't want
titanium
Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us
Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium
Bitch know she done lost her
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