Lyrics:
I'm a rich side nigga and she know that
Got a couple pounds of za in the coach bag
If the little bitch bad imma stroke that
If she ain't with
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Hook
Might just pop out with my wrist
Might just pop out with your bitch
By what she want and shit
Trap Nigga I’m rich
Diamonds
by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I'm dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin', but the bad
Big Latto (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss
(ah)
We got big jewels (big jewels), big cars (big cars)
Big watch on a pair of bapesta's (bapesta)
Ice cream with an astronaut
You don't
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
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
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
ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill (ice, ice)
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill (mob)
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did
you just a rat
Tryna ride my wave
I'm big big shark you a little bitty nat
Big big big facts
They ain't ever lend no help
Tryna get rich
Just tryna
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
and it's glistenin' (Uh)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Rrr)
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga
rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands
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
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
a couple hundo
Big mansion with a double front do'
Pretty young thang in a new condo
Pray to God, stay rich, stay humble
I got big bank casing
The way things are going we need a quick fix, baby
I don't mind you being a rich bitch, babe
If I were a real big baddy, sugardaddy, I'd be good to you
,
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
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
RICH P & Free World Music Limited (PRS)
By Road Elf
Written and composed by Clifford Hall - Damian Hall - Nigel Whitefield
Intro
Mi naah laugh
i'm a die trying to get rich
I got steppers in the six with some big sticks
Five bloods and I’m rolling wit six crips
Patek full of water got his wrist
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
body bag
They gonna have to call the
Coroner for toe tags
Tell the bank tellers tell a
Nigga where them O's at
I got rich nigga issues
I got rich nigga
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