Lyrics:
Hold up!
Whoah whoah whoah
Wait a minute minute Jesus Christ
Yo my man DJ Hi-Tek,
Shit this motherfucking beat is nice
Back in the day them wankies
Big plans, we got big big plans coming up in this mother fucka
Six hands, it was six hands when we came with mathed up off the cuff nigga
And that
(Giggity giggity)
Not a buyer ima seller come get this shit (Tap in)
Damn, tryna smash off in a lamb by 12/21, might wreck it and dont give a damn (Skrrrr)
it ain't rough it ain't nothing
Big man Cules raise up and then I start thumping
A nigga always into something, now back in the days
I used to sell
moncler
It was so many cold days
Pockets full of hunnids yea
I’m paid now I’m living my way
Told my bro I ain’t gon be satisfied
Till I touch 10 million
A good day is made up of inconsequential gains
Tiny illusions that trick your brain
But one by one they slip your mind
And then everything you
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
millions, millions into billions
Billions into zillions and forever and forever
In a space allocated by the human race
Somewhere in outer space it's far
fucking shells
Doing big things
Bitch you already know
Half a fucking pound
That's a heavy bag of blow
Ten years deep
With many days to go
Chase a fucking
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
a million offa users.
Car and the money the same color of mucous,
Go get it his self they call 'em ghetto Frank Lucas.
Cocaine,
He got it by the boulder,
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
like AJ where you at, I'm on the block, I'm on the block
They say the police down the street, close shop
The day they said big brother died, I'm steady
like em all
He inlove by today
He gone by tomorrow
I go big on any bitch
So what you wanna do
If you talking out yo neck
I make you front yo move
Blxst got all the ladies
The money get complicated, so we go on vacations
The yacht a million a day, champagne and PlayStations
Bottles still all
didn't believe but I believed and that's enough
Escorted out of buildings almost same as today
Signed to Rockafella smart move by Damon and Jay
October
never slippin', I'm a pimp (pimp)
Fuckin' with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin' (feelin')
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin' off
have to rap this track.
Wanted the best for you.
Allways loving you.
Couldn't believe your crap
So listen carefully wreck
You want fuck with me?
You
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Big bad bitches (Lil Uzi)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can't
the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it
Ha? I get rich why'all
Ha, boy I done bought D's wid dis
Big bout-it Benz car
Girl, one more night
Cause I can't live without you
One more night
Baby, gimme one more night girl
A million more nights
Cause I can't sleep without
I'm like shit what the fuck is a million bucks
Triple that on my bun thanks to bigs and run
But never mind what I've been through just look at what I
rat, rat
I've been in the hood trapping
All day hugging the strip
Ducking the ditch you in the
Crib hugging your bitch
I'm in the hood with it
Good with
what they used to be
Ain't a penitentiary built
Big enough for me and my
Niggas on the streets
Man listen! cause these ain't the old days
Ain't no way
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