Lyrics:
to the corner like a child on a big wheel
Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street
They measure my weight in Richter
Make no mistake, I rhyme for
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
Once upon a time
I was rich
How you gonna tell me I wasn't living as a kid, uh
Once upon a time
I was rich
I was runnin' runnin' round
I was
Cash Money Millionaires
Hundred mill nigga, how we flipped it off the ave
Blood rich gang, you know we filthy nigga
The money do swing, behind a killin'
Real deal M's's
Young rich nigga
Migos
Young rich nigga
Real deal M's's
Go, go, go, go, hey
M's, nigga (M)
Want them M's, nigga (real deal
of the filthy rich
A nigga's guilty quick if he starts rippin shit
I ain't your dopeman, cassettes is all you copy with
Slangin tapes and gettin bent, this is how
stealing and running a game
Getting filthy rich in God's name
(Preacher)
You ain't practicing what you preach
Nah you extorting us on the weekend
Rob,
,
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
Drop to coupes new foreign whips big drip
Just left the casino I'm stacking up chips big drip
Big drip big drip car on my wrist
Big drip big drip
with me bitch
I came here to get a bag up
I'm on my way to filthy rich
I came here to get a bag up
So tell me if you with me bitch
I came here to get
I keep mine tucked
If I got soda you know it's got mud
Don't try to claim me cuz you not my blood
Popped with no stove now I'm filthy rich
Got half
I'm gon make it big
I'm gon run this shit
I'm gon make these hits
Fuck it I'm gon Die Rich
I'm gon make it big
I'm gon run this shit
I'm gon make
Everyday, You know I stay on my big dog status
In the city doing plays on my big dog status
You know we steady getting rich on my big dog status
I'm
If i was rich
I wouldnt stop smokin pack by the zip
Id only fuck on the baddest bitches
I could go broke n still drip bitch
If i was rich
Ridin
(speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew'd out
On the back seat
she don't complain
Get it? She take it off, she don't cum playin'
Yeah, we gettin' rich by any means (by any means)
She want the dick by any means
care about minorities
You'll only survive if you're rich and white
Rise in poverty, death by austerity
Thanks to a corrupt democracy
The rich don't
How crazy you feel?
Militant Click, ten in the whip
I know bohemians wit plenty of chips
Pull this off and we'll be rich
Filthy as top, bill
bales by the day
I can move a whole hundred
Couple niggas say they got paper on my head
They frontin', yeah
Poppin' big shit, nigga know my clique lit
a digit
Got a midget in the stash kinda hard for it to fit in
So how can I broke
When I go by name of Rich
And I shouldn't have to call bitch
Cus you know
YSL for the team
N*gga ain't big dog you ain't me
Yeah I'm top 5 fuck you mean
But if we go mob ties then it's we
I turn clockwise in the Jeep
But she
[Rap: Rich Boy]
I'm a rich boy riding in my big superstar shit,
The one girls try to get they text me on my sidekick
Bring em to my palace, tell em
niggas now to flip a brick
Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich
Super fly get money in the drop top six
I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow
that dick
Stuntin' all with the power, got the chopper in hand
Filthy bitches 'bout the money, Alexander the fan
Big paper, one side, kept me one in
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