Lyrics:
to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon
Heard somebody said I
I got a lot on my wrist
Killin em one at a time
Scratching em off my list
I’m comin dine from the city of
Syrup
I say I love you I give you my word
need a few raps when you comin with cheese
And the people you come up with, they be comin to me
We got the city under siege
Where the tightest ladies
to have big dreams of bein really fuckin rich
Still have big dreams of being really fuckin rich
This that love song for these motherfuckin trap niggas
One
That Rich Gang lifestyle (lifestyle)
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (you underdig?)
Big money, nigga
Take the jet
L.A., hit the bity
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
renovate, pussy smell rich-rich
Smile when I piss y'all off
Couldn't of thought a bitch fell off
I ain't ever did shit small all a bitch know is big ball
write down the line
I give sight to the blind, I'm
Comin thru with the click
Whattcha gonna do when shit gets thick
gonna start your runnin
to the east
Itty bitties big cheeks that's just my speed
Rich city dave go back like metro
Pulled on the bird laid pipe in the ghetto
When I'm move right
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
West
Kansas City (Stand up!)
You ever left sittin' (Good)
Now you all can see the heart of where the fans livin'
Killer City, Mizery, don't desire your
ski under feet
Uhh
High rise in the tide
Uhh
Midway to your cheeks
Uhh
Got a Miami mistress on my hit list
Cruise the city in Givenchy lookin' big rich
man Caprice own
You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn
City Girls done took over
Y'all broke ass niggas move over
You got the money?
Boy you look good
Won't you run them bands up
You's a big dick baller
and Ernesto
Short rigatoni with the pesto
These verses are my manifesto
Hallways got an echo
Me and Smigs on the loose in the city, you know how the rest go
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
brothers is real
We true dons, makin' glass on the cash is on
Get my head right and smash yours moms, kid
So chose me, the bitch greased my palms
I'm comin
a pool stick (haa)
That's your bitch right, why the fuck she choosin (haa)
And this Henny got me oozing (haa)
That's that rich life, she wants to eat Ruth
proper shit
I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit
Rich nigga, six figures
I double up every flip, my stash bigger
Plane hoppin',
Another one
DJ Khaled
I like the ratchetest women (go)
Woo, woo, G6, let's get it (woo)
Rich niggas comin' down to the city (on God)
Your bitch
shit
Big fish in the water
Surrounded by piranhas I got rich off marijuana
I'm on my whale shit
I'm fat like riches
Big Willie, crib cost 10 milli
I'm not sure if you know what I mean by bits
Gyaldem come to the bits
Mandem, we're gonna come for your bits cahh (bap bap)
Come for your bits?
I'm
to us
Bitch, we can't talk about nothin' when I'm in your city, I'll fuck you or somethin' (uh)
I'm with my bro and we thuggin', don't even pull up if
and Big Papa (Big Papa)
They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera
But this choppa' will be reppin' the city where RDV's
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