Lyrics:
Stunna Stunna man
I bet 'em five hundred bands
Rich Gang we the Talibans
Bust through them rubber bands
I do it for my momma man
We came out the trash
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
5, 10, 15, 20
Badniss Wi Pree Enuh Cyah End Wi
Rich Nigga Shit Talk To Mi Friendly
Just Seh The Word Head Leff Empty
5, 10, 15, 20
Badniss Wi Pree
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
rich got rich got rich got rich
Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man thing)
Baby don't play me, don't play me (You better kiss my ring)
I'm
(yeah)
(yeah)
I'm time rich (yeah)
Big money big time rich
My neck Bling (yeah)
Don't call me no ID
High pitch shottie got my big bad body (yuh)
Fih,
niccs drip or shine I will never die (die)
Rich gang
Big Bank
Shawty started fucking on a nicc tryna hang (hang)
I done made hell hella cold out
rich
But compared to then, that'd been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes
But man without a plan all he had was hopes
So he sat down,
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Will be the same day M.T.v. Play videos
That was a little joke, voila
Praises due to the most high, Allah
Praises due to the most fly, Prada
Baby I'm
life
In my first semester in high school
That's why at school I did it big
Humpty Hump nose done lie
In school you got punched and
Got your lunch stole
I
stay paid fly and high
Where a slut will get mad if you call her a {bitch}
And a rat will get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge,
scarred by a revolv'
With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look
Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin'
them projects where cut, nigga
Play around, you get cut, nigga, get pulled down, I won't cut, nigga
No lames
Born rich and dangerous
High life
I'm sick of this shit dawg, I'm tired of bein? broke
I wanna live like da rich folks
I want da house with da big boat
I wanna wake up one mornin?
by (you)
Rollie flooded (flooded), diamonds flawless (flawless)
Bad thotties, big bodies (skrrt, yeah)
(Sex)
Oh you rich? Yeah
I just gave my ex
don't it? (Wrist)
Shit make the opps mad, we got rich on 'em (lil' bitch)
Five K for a verse, so I'm gettin' on it (I'm gettin' on it)
They love when I
guns and coke
In court all the time tryin' to fight it
We get rich, we get indebted
So what's the problem Officer this time?
Is havin' big money
Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
1 for the money
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
, high, high, high, high, high
Roll it up and get high, get high to get by, you can't catch me outside with the boys, everybody
Gon' mind, sure, only
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
my young niggas
Big money poppin', boy (That's on 5, boy)
We got London on da Track
Put that on blood, nigga
Aye
New drawers, these polo (New Polos,
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