Lyrics:
a basic hoe I need a rich chick, ok
Big shit nigga i talk big shit
And my wrist lit yeah you know my wrist lit
All this jewelry, got me looking like a quick
twice and I'm getting 'em hit
The real ones been dying
The fake ones is lit the game is off balance
I'm back on my shit the Bentley is dirty
My sneakers
nuttin' fake like them silicone titties
I'd rather make big bread instead
Regulate, get off in the bitches head
Just like all you toe-up hoes
Niggas
These fake people, they ain't worth my time
I'm in it for the long haul, gotta climb
I'd rather have a real one by my side
Someone who's got my back,
is what my niggas tryna get
Young as fuck but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP
I done said fuck school, fuck the teachers and the public
I rather
'Cause this what big homies do
Never fold, lead by example
Never let nothing come between the family
That's a big homie move, a big homie move
These
Oin really gotta say much
Oin hold no grudge
I'm not quick to judge
Matter of fact I barely even trust
Homie keep yo fake love
Bitches keep yo fake
more ball and chains
Except the food on the plate, the gas in the tank, and the money in the bank
Won't a damn thing change
If I was rich, I'd pay every
fill it with ice
Soon I'll be way too rich
In a brand new whip
With a bad ass bitch Ice Spice
Cool if you hate me, shit, I might
Bark at a big dog, bitch
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
ruin it
Just keep doing it
In school was on some truant shit
Wearing fake bear
Its so clear
That
Yall new to this
Suck his bbc
On some
Motherfuckin
even sleep, I'm tryna get the guap
I'm thinking all I need is a big tour with RiRi
And a couple more radio hits to get TV
Just hit Virgil to try
Yea Imma one up on a bitch ass nigga Aye a bitch ass nigga
I'm just tryna be a rich ass nigga Aye a rich ass nigga Oh
Imma one up on a bitch ass
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
she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch
When she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate
Today's shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it
Shined up by a rich girl,
Who's only care in the world is me.
"but are these all the brains I'm entitled to have?
Don't try to make me happy, when I'm
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
fusion Productions
Fake friends, fake friends, yeah, they all the same
They actin' like they care, but they just playin' games
Fake friends, fake
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Never been rich so don't say I've been
Never had a way to grab a Benz
That's something they told me id never get
That's why I gotta get it gotta meet
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