Lyrics:
a flight to Paris
Train to Madrid next day to see the palace
Shoppin while we out there, yeah they love us out here
Coulda checked it free still flew without
how high
I'll be thinking of you the whole time
I'm carrying this heavy load
I don't know what to do
The only thing I know is that
I'm in love with you
a good day
Surrounded by people that love me
Don't want nothing from me but my happiness
Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest
Scrolling so
I'm the highest in the room you can already tell
Don't check on me you can see I'm doing well
Making my money by using a scale
I run it up off big
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
I woke up this morning thinking in my brain
A lot of things have been drifting
Away from my life right in front of my face
I was in love ones, shit
at the door
And we'd end up at the poor man's country club
And the last train is left
For the gateway to the south
The big bands are playing at the cave
You'll
quick water break
Broke n****s always love to hate
Im rich off attention you paid
What you wanna talk about
I dont wanna talk it out
Try pick on another
Priesthood, Big you in the house, SoulStice
We gon' do this, stay focused
Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh
Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo
[Killah Priest]
The mouth
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
Don seh fi kill dat
Yuh
When you at da top you ain't gotta worry bout ntn
Penthouse suites
Glass doors
Marble floors
Rich nigga lifestyle
Big mansions
that big backyard
Where we could burn a fatty
Im gonna be a millionaire
Before 30
I wanna keep it real and show you that I’m worthy
I wanna raise
Jonathan
Abraham?
You know we must do a terrible thing tonight, correct?
Yes, I do
Buddy Rich drum strokes
Making all the haters choke
Big band
a line like a mother fucking train
Telling me I should do it
Like nigga you really been through it
If I say that I can do that shit I don't even got
Boo' (yeah)
(Damn, Mario, stop playin')
Big Dude (Big Dude, Big Dude, baby, Big Dude)
I run this shit, you know?
Frrt
(Ayy, Carter Z, you goin'
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
Marina
Got rich and switched my demeanor
And I won't fall for nothin' either
No, I won't speak on other people
Hey
For the love of the money, what
a train station
I see the early morning grind
I see the late stay-ins
I see the blood stains
I see the tears rain
I see I gotta keep on goin' for
dis?
I got trust issues,
A gut feeling, like a truck hit you,
Hate the fact that I’m in love with you,
Aint life strange,
Little light rain,
Then
layin' in the bed, she rode me like a train
Yeah, look at all my pain (Yeah)
That is 'cause of you, what do you have to say?
I'm not talkin' money but you
problem with you, homie, I mean none at all (not at all)
And to my rich cats with them big faced bills in the air
My poor cats more sex to you there
Love
problem with you, homie, I mean none at all (not at all)
And to my rich cats with them big faced bills in the air
My poor cats more sex to you there
Love
adore
These peng tings love tek selfies
But they love tek man's wood more
I hit tunes at the park
Jump on the track, shout four
Big tour bus full
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