Lyrics:
y'all know the rules
Move from BK to New Jeruz, thinking 'bout
All the planes we flew, bitches we ran through
Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
I
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
the killers or dealers
Its all failure Momma said never say never
Thanks for the lectures
I pray for my peeps I play for keeps
Before I lay me down to sleep
Rich pussy this turn you inna sultan (me know)
Bad up di buddy, man haffi send on di money
You know a lotto pussy this and if you get it, yuh lucky
degree, I could flip your Vee
I call my stick Moses
I split your waves in half
Like he split the sea
Niggas don't want smoke, trust me
It's all talk
but a little comes by
Get a big plan for the dough
But
But
One day I will be rich
One day I will be rich
I’m grinding and I will never give up on hope
on her ass
It's young Rich Jewish
On the beat, yeah
Fuck your bitch, hey
Yes you know I'm rich yeah
It's young Rich Jewish
On the beat, yeah
Fuck your
the coupe and don't crash
Need a big scale, big bale, fishscale, all trap shit
Havin' big drip, big spill, big spill, hope it don't leak
Call me janitor,
niggas is always what I stood for
I'm all in, I don't play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it's all a sin,
like to do it, we gotta sell by
Cus if you don? there? a good chance you goin? to die
All we need is a lil money and we alright
Cus most niggas just
thing to stay raw
so it ain't no stuffin wit me
Gotta get all mine 'cause it ain't no time
I'm all about that cash, we green
Pick you up and ride out,
The Motherfucking Earth Explode
We bouta get big
We bouta get big
We bouta get big
We bouta get rich
Nigga check out all em cars
Nigga check out all them fits
Ill
played out need a bag by the name
Tag Fredd from the fame
Never been sloppy after last night bet yo main bitch call me Papi
Everything big hoe
Tried
was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again (yeah)
Get rich first then get your homies rich, it works
They said I'd never switch it up
But
wit 'em, I'ont neva raw these niggas
More money than 'em, I'ma son all these niggas
I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these niggas
Put 'em
the hookah
Tearin' up the place
I'm a rich nigga, got Chanel on my waist
Run up on me playin', I'ma aim it at ya face
And that go for anybody, anyway
not the only one
Weighed down by a ton
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down at His feet, lay your
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
to the dance-floor
Go and light them jeans,
Don't you worry you're dancing
It's his birthday
Give him what he ask for
Let me show you how to do it
Big, big
used to watch my big homie, now I know the bird dance (brr)
Yeah, now that all my niggas free, tell me where the smoke at
More smoke than Puff, bitch
play with me?
How the fuck you call me fake and then don't be around?
How the fuck you say you love me, but then don't see about it
All this fake
Im just tryna get rich
Im just tryna get rich
Im just tryna get rich yea
So why you acting like a bitch yea
Its die tryna get rich yea
Gotta get it
leadin' em underway
And you read me and see me easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong
You seem to tell me I need Jesus! (oh, Jesus! Jesus!)
a pool stick (haa)
That's your bitch right, why the fuck she choosin (haa)
And this Henny got me oozing (haa)
That's that rich life, she wants to eat Ruth
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