Lyrics:
you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have
you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have
you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have
What I said in my rhymes
Now I'm getting rich
Off sellin' my rhymes
Man I told em' I would blow
Now it's set it off time
Who could believe
[P. Diddy]
Friday night everybody was drinkin
And the house was screamin
And the bass was kickin
And it won't be long 'til everybody knowin
That
animals we kill each other for the hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death that
What it do little
Cuz everything tailor made
Uhh I'm Feeling good dawg
House party on the beach
Men like kidnplay
I'm just chilling by the bay
We be
well I'm a joker so the fight starts
Stickin with the rubber and gum like it's a fine art
Strong opponents come at me and you'll be gettin clapped dude
Where you from? Oakland, smokin'
We from the Rich, though
The house party go up we used to be like, ""Richmond, smokin'!!""
Said my Granny stayed in
On A Hunt, I just wanna be rich
Man On A Hunt, get away from me
I'd take my own life
Make own my style
ISo Lomzi, a sight for sore eyes
Dude is so nice
broke as fuck, don't get the joke, that's why we laugh at dude
Rich-ass nigga, baller with tendencies
Play with me, you a memory
Mamas playing symphonies
bringin' in that dough, man
From records to movies now a TV show, man
Anything given to me I'm gon' rep, man
Big house, big cars, what you expect man?
out
How we used to go to all the parties just to rock the house
Word man I remember those good days well
Well chill out man cause I got a story
debt because of promotion
They skip my song before I even get the flows in
Wish my parents were rich so they can let me win
Dudes in penthouse offices
gonna meet up that night
And then I like go out and you’re with another dude, like
And then all your friends are like
Girl, what are you doing?
What is
showing my tattoos
Hoping they never call mama with bad news
Coz she told me I'm surrounded by bad dudes
I told her nothing is ever just what it seems
I
and growth for me to make my art
I know i never thanked you enough for what you did for me
I'm just trying to get rich to buy you a house in the bay
So you can
willow
I saw my old frat house like hello
Fun times most of them dudes wasn't my friends tho
I waved at the sorrority house and the girls I used to hit
[Produced by Shingie-Lee]
(You're China)
[Intro]
Party started when I pull up
With the goons
When I pull up with the dudes
When I pull up with
one on my corner by law I?m the ruler,
Go back to your jeweler tell'em make you more cooler,
Am a rich dude, baby this is big dick rules,
I make dating
(Hahaha)
We let the music talk (Drought 3)
And by the way (what?)
It's Santana (it's Weezy), I'm back (yeah)
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror
Wasn't smoking weed in school I was hitting smarties
In the corner scaring hoes when im in the party
Bro you corn in cornbread in a corn field
Smoked dude
out
How we used to go to all the parties just to rock the house
Word man I remember those good days well
Well chill out man cause I got a story
to alleviate the pain
Eddie King, Richard Pryor pinky ring
Watch your conduct nigga
Throw parties for my niggas that's living, you guessed it
Models y'all
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