Lyrics:
here the fame
Im just tryna get
Big rich
Being broke
Inna trenches
U want more
then u got
Life start turning
After ice had
Got shot
All that pain
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
and coke
In court all the time, tryin' to fight it
We get rich, we get [unverified]
So what's the problem officer, this time?
Is havin' big money,
it fast on a money machine
Yeah I had a heart but that shit melted like some ice cream
Big Bag
Big Rich
Big Mad
Lil Bitch
You just mad I'm the shit
life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
Don seh fi kill dat
Yuh
When you at da top you ain't gotta worry bout ntn
Penthouse suites
Glass doors
Marble floors
Rich nigga lifestyle
Big mansions
we'll find the constellation of the heart
Steer your life by these stars
On the unconditional chance
'Tis here where Hell and Heaven dance
This is
my heart to a women Then I lost it and fell.
I Been flipping these bags, Holdin bands to myself
I been doing fine by self, on my own two feet
These
(yeah)
Ain't flyin' but walkin' with hella knots (yeah)
Took the Chrome Hearts and I made it hot (yeah)
They really owe me a big, big, big check (yeah)
from the heart yeah I'm on a roll
All I do is make hits
Yeah this one'll go
To the top
Written from the you know
I've been positive, surrounded by
Victimize, paralyze
Empathize and analyze
Compromise and vandalize
Easy come, hard to take
Wide awake, the original fake
Find the heart, drive the stake
Wait
Got a chick, she Dominican and she half Italian
Portuguese on her, big knots going at her top
Throw some D's on her, I'm a rich boy, I'm on top
her right by my side
Stars just aligned, Fell at the perfect time
She's way more than I expected to find
Feeling way too rich, not talking bout' dollar
element
Walkin’ past the mirror, check myself, I’m feelin’ arrogant
Fightin’ with some demons, had to consult the reverend
I got a big heart but I been
till da shit broke
Save dem feelings fa dem lame ass simp bros
You know NOV getting bodied by some thick hoes
Need a high chair sittin wit da big bros
“Treasure” you couldn’t find if you was G I Joe...
I’m a fucking diamond in the rough
Perfect timing is a must
Only mining my own stuff
If you line me you not
longer find your days
Caught up runnin' in the big rat race
Fighting for the scraps
That the rich folks choose to share
That just ain't been workin' out
shining bright on me
I'm gonna pan that stream a glowing
With big ol' rocks of golden dreams
Digging at Sutter's Mill gonna be a rich man
Digging
Yeah it's been all goin' down yo
Kiera and her big bro
The Feds plus Kyle all been on the hunt for Shiro
But Shiro ain't about
He's been missin'
cuffin
It's a big difference
Bitches callin me Scotty by the way that I'm Pippen
Blow that lil bitch back out
I got her limpin
Runnin shit in dat joint
none my time
Im popping these percs she wanna fuck on me
Tell that ho get in line
Ain't gon' lie that I got a heart, oh yeah
You get slimed by the big
at
Never gave a fuck bout a fuck nigga stay mad
Big pocket watching boy you can get hit up by them automatics
My big homie shooting like Dirk we
4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck
Ain't never had shit, now a nigga mad rich
I always thought I'd get a mil'
I ain't never think about three or four
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