Lyrics:
Bossalini? Punk
Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me
yet
But...I ain’t tripping bout love. What’s the price to love?
I can’t afford love when it come around
I’m working, my bills heavy on my chest. I’m
Whoop (Kc)
L I V shit (Swagg)
Coming all the way live from the 205 (Treydoe, treydoe)
You dig what the fuck going on
Young London (Big j.rich)
Oh,
be rich or what? (Mm-hmm)
You wanna die broke or live it up?
And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
that shit so
I had to make my own way by myself
I had to make a own name by myself
I couldn't get rich, I didn't have shit
I didn't have enough so I did
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Rich nigga born 88 make more than 6 figures
I'm mobbin' nigga top dog run the block we heard you a bitch nigga
Jamaican Don dada I run the town I'm
the spires of the Turkish empire
It's six months since we made landfall
Riding love with the spice of India
Through Gibraltar, we're rich men all
I'm
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
gasping for H20
Come out in hang out wit your big bro I'm about to hit ya'll with the Halo
We bout to take this far as we can go
Hop up on the train don't
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
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
is a battle and love is war
She got the big guns, pointed at my heart
Bang, bang, shooting like a firing squad
Big guns, it took me by surprise
is a battle and love is war
She got the big guns, pointed at my heart
Bang, bang, shooting like a firing squad
Big guns, it took me by surprise
Generational Wealth
Tryna build something like that but not by myself
Need a wifey in nothing but a white tee
Make love all night got her smiling
needed to cry
No one was there it was me by my side and that taught me a lesson
The people that love you will hold you back
The people that owe you won't
pays big bucks playing this guitar
We'll celebrate by drinking whiskey and smoking big cigars
Then we'll hop a train
And ride the rails
Until the wheels
Barbie)
Let her eat it up, she starving (starving)
Ever have a problem, gon' solve it (solve it)
She know I'm rich, rich (rich)
She throw a big fit (a
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
bout the times when we was kids
Life was really big, we ain't really knew just what it is
Now we gettin' older, gettin' big weight is on our shoulders
staying humble in these streets you barely getting by give respect to get respect never asking why nigga flip the birds so I made’em fly getting rich and we
ain't got no red lights
I'm 5'4 as tall as your bed height
Smoke a big blunt finna take a lil' jet flight
I'm a train wreck you can call me a death
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