Lyrics:
so I ain't worried he's tryna get up but it ain't working
Gurgling his last words in worm in the rain how he's squirming
Hello, am I talking to myself?
black, clubs still all packed
I'm pullin' her by the arm and trust me she all that
Trust me we all rich, such a small clique
Referred to as the Biggest
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
it's time to put the math back into Mathers
'Cause I'm a fuckin' (problem), run, boy
Every flow, got it mastered so every last word that you fuckin'
don't like to say big words with her mouth full
I like to be rich, but I like to pout too
Last night I counted money out to Powfu
You the average
Red sun coming up in the back of my truck outside the strip club she knows
What to do with those slim hips and big butt. Alchemy she dances so
"Come by"
You tell me things changed and I know you lie
I came by last week, you said drive on up
And your pops came out talking all that stuff
Next
You know Lil Ced, that's my nigga, I made him a millionaire
Fuck it, we all rich
I ain't tryna have babies right now, so we fuck with a rubber
But
Especially if you never murder me
You never murder me
Well then you'll be famous and rich, I guess, forever
Maybe you'll become a nicer person
You'll probably
Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word Smith be
So dope you
Smith and Wessun
Like Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word
to my sister, your big brother got you
But never in life let a coward nigga twist you
A message to my niggaz, when it comes to the hood
Who the fuck in
week bro, I'm finna
Look, uh
I give my runners S5s with the Benzymes
I'm big time and still will get
Mines' off the quick dimes my chicks fine
Wash
the whole shit up
But in fact I haven't seen them since they locked Big Rich up
I know
But same time I'm quick to forget
I'm 'bout to roll me up a blunt
make that bitch my wife
Ask Hef, "Who was his biggest competition?"
For the last twenty years I
Been fucking all his bitches
I walked in, got a table
at four sumthin' (lit)
Drink up, smoke sumthin' (lit)
Big boys, no youngins (no)
Run it up, no Runyon (no)
Big rings, no Funyuns (no)
Lamb chops with
was first to break the bank for me and my last name
I got rich and bought a crib to build a window pane
Big enough and bright enough to outshine all
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
paid"
You can tell that we don't play by
The looks that's on our face
Heard the opps been throwin' shade, boy
You know we play with K
Come through
put you on
Bitch yo word is yo bond that shit set in stone
I been standing ten toes I been staying strong
Go invest it, yo money don't last long
Got
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy,
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Yeah
And this goes out to all the material girls out there
You can never predict the future of a rich nigga
You feel me
He who laughs last, laughs
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