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things I got better things
I got better things I got better things
I got better things I got better things
Aint no renting
I just by shit always spending

losing it all
Cause I don't like where I'm at, and I love where I'm not
I'd rather ride with some heathens cause we not saved by the cops

Embracing my

which
But uuuuhhhhh
I ain't stopping til I'm richy rich rich
Nigga Santa under palm trees
Cali Christmas
I'm talkin big shit ain't tryna kick it
Fuck you

Imma make it big of course I'm gone get rich
And bro gone make a nigga dance just by the way he move that stick
My momma keep on screaming school I told

fake
Bitch you low
Bitches be bugging while I'm stacking up my dough

Big slatt Big boom
Got just one thing to say bitch fuck you
Big straps big rooms

Morning Till The Nightfall [[Explicit]]

Tech N9ne

Dominion

2017

walkin'
Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go
My gat too big to let my belt show
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
But these chicks think

the cops it's like a big game
The way this youngin popping you would think he got a big aim
But everybody fake, I would never have a big team
Everybody

both your kids
Show 'em how to live
Return 'em when they big
See I hate the rich
They really make me sick
And they just so dense
With they picket fence

and clothes

Do it big then

I do it big nigga

I do it big nigga

I do it big nigga

So many ways to get paid better, keep, fake, ID

Sure y'all don't try me

How rich I gotta be? / I’d rather be living life than winning monopoly /

Can’t fake it / can’t pretend / to be something that I’m not / no I can’t

to dim the light

Wasting my time is a big crime
I'd rather die rich then to die trying
I'm tired of being broke, it's my prime-time
Living broke is like

pulled over 
I dont know if im koming home
Made it there up by my own
Kouple plays up in phone 
Kouple plays lotta plays in my zone
We getting rich bitch I

Until I know we rich
Make em suffer
I go tougher
They still bump my last shit
I told Bryce I'd be the goat back when we hotboxed in the Honda
Power in me

place

To me, this is no surprise
I knew I'd always try to survive
But when they cut you off by cauterize
I feel I'm looking in my fathers eyes
Don't

how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a nigga get on yo' ass
Eighty racks up on me now big ol' .40 a extra mag
Got rich off Glad bags,

real and never lie
Never need a bitch she need me i'd never tried
Four by Four Benz truck on the ride
Playing with my money that's straight suicide

rich
So I ain't show no love for these hoes

Said I'd for the hoe but she was killing me
Show them racks to a hoe now she feeling me
Tints on my window

（和我的兄弟伙！）
get the big chain
（拿到该拥有的！）
all shawty like us cuz
（我来告诉你为什么姑娘们都爱我们！）
we not fake fame
（因为我们并非浪得虚名晓得撒？）
你算老几说为撒？
你对我亏欠
growup有一片天
（不见风雨怎能遇彩虹）
oh

Big City Girls

Blues Traveler

Suzie Cracks the Whip

2012

down to New Orleans

You got a nice car
From a rich man
With a gold watch
And a fake tan

Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my

redo everything.

My parents would be doctors  the rich and helpful kind.
They'd live in a big city with opportunities I'd like.
And you would still

no, I can't come out

Serve by my grandma with no conscience (yeah)
Ayy, I'm a prince, I'm with the function (yeah, rich, homes)
To keep it real, I

I seen a whole lot of fake day ones
Start showing hate
Guess I'm already now
Rich from my channel, but dumb bout the crowd

Jump out the window
We

goes
A felony on my record, yeah Fuck it, bitch, I'm told

They started dwindling' down and Out, cause they couldn't know
If I'd ever be rich, as all

fake busy (c'mon, dawg)
Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology

Man, bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?