Lyrics:
busters by theyself
Celly Cel:
They got no time to be trippin' on
Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down
I put that bumpin' on your trunk
King Kong big
Big like the Empire State Building
Be big, up top with the stars
Big house, big bag, living large
Wanna be big
Think about it think bigger
run this
Like I say, man (United Nations)
From the Big Apple (Bounce)
All the way back to the Wild Wild West (Bounce)
It is what it is (Eastside
sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it
Young nigga hoped in his bag today
Running it up yeah the faster way
All of the pain it had led me astray
Fuck all that shit I went opened the gate
White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did
White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did
Yeah
Uh
Ayy
I got dead men in my pocket, this shit gettin' scary, yuh (woo)
Big racks on me (racks), I feel like Refrigerator Perry (racks, P,
was a big nigga
Rich nigga but still keep a shooter
I remember them nights eating tuna
Now it's codfish and lobster Bermuda
All my niggas gon ball like
Figures
It's Big Ferragamo Stepping In My City
Big 40 On My Hip In Case A Goofy Try To Get Me
Big Jag All White Spaceship How I'm Whipping
Big Ass, Lil
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
out
All this bullshit I swerve around, you got a problem?
Let’s talk about it I see you jumping what’s happening?
It takes a lot to get me mad
But he
of the only ones who keep it 100
Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me
Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy
To make my
by (you)
Rollie flooded (flooded), diamonds flawless (flawless)
Bad thotties, big bodies (skrrt, yeah)
(Sex)
Oh you rich? Yeah
I just gave my ex
Rich Boy, Rich Boy
Rich Boy, Rich Boy
Ayyyy this the Rich Boy Anthem
You know we all in for the Phantom
Oh you thought I was gonna fold?
I'm a Rich
That will be dumb if i wait
Numbers numbers numbers run it
Open i see all this dinero for me
Run it numbers run it
It came from under the screen
Follow
Do you know what you in it for
Im chasing dough while Im gettin dough
Big checks in a envelope
All the real ones know that
Im never gone stop
No Im
, nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya how to get rich, nigga
Wish I had a step-by-step book
All the roads and the paths you took
When you lost it all, how'd
but it's blowin' up
I'ma make sure y'all rich before I leave this earth
Don't get in my way, I'ma put down
nothing
Now the lil’ homies all holdin’,
Some lil’ homie still owe me.
Know so lil’ homies still renting
Told lil’ homie just own it
To the lil’ homies in
about a Grammy, they salute me in the trenches
Fuck about y'all, got a give-a-fuck fetish
First nigga feel some kind of way I'm a lay
I could have
daughters
Cop more work, make your own orders
Say we couldn't work, fuck the store owners
Grind all night, who the big homie
Fuck it
Got me feelin' like Rich
with like 5 labels
They fly me, put me in a hotel and dine me
But they all say that it's early to sign me
Fucks that mean? Wanna wait till I'm big
When
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