Lyrics:
moves, got 'em big mad (Big mad)
Yeah, they love me on the east coast (On the east coast)
Your baby mama wanna deep throat
Underground king like Bun
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
took his woman
He don't got to wonder
No matter the day no matter the Weather
I'm bound to get rich like I'm Searching for treasure
Opps sneak dissing
Let me make a new way
Party people say hey
Big Benjamin's in the back of the Benz
I'm in the Maybach counting stacks
How bout that
Price this shit is
Brand new whip, brand new keys, hotel room ain’t paid by me
Everybody know Yayo made my beat, ain’t no body gon' take my seat
I want a big ass crib,
a
Nigga know what nice is
I was 60 I have flow-itis
I like my weed green and my ho's dyke-ish
You know you like this
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
Uh. uh. Top Notch! Look!
I done seen the toughest n*ggas turn into a b(tch. I done watched a poor man front like he rich. I saw some wanna be
Intro:
Yeahhh
Big dawg
(Wop)
Haaah!
Hook:
Get it low I’ma sell it for high
Nigga tryna to get rich I ain’t tryna get by
I was trapping out
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
the rumors girl it's not what you think
Wanna tell you the ? big with me
You were start in the club and make it ? when we ?
We gonna make a motion picture,
might run up in ya shit
See the laws I hit the fence; hop in whips, 5% tint
Pockets look like two big cysts; fuck with me you might get rich
Rep the 4,
party it's cracking I came wit Unlawful so you know we packing she asking my name like she interested (what) I told her young Twamp gave er the number
than average
More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat
Get the party rockin', bottles poppin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'till we twisted, yeah
than average
More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat
Get the party rockin', bottles poppin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'till we twisted, yeah
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
eyes burn
Big pick me energy
When's it my turn?
You dont get one nigga
Just a one click trigger
Make a bitch fly high like a wyvern
What I say is money
talking momma on my line telling me I’m great big reason ain’t no stopin keep stepin through the place in that mind of state like Texas boy it’s big
can introducе you to all
Of the finer things
Like sippin aces by cases, sip
I'ma pop my shit all night and day, aye
Big diamonds in a flooded tennis
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting
Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat,
Yeah
It's getting crazy
She wanna party she know we wavy
I wanna pop a few bottles
Probably go fuck on a model
I need me a shorty that look like big
yeah
Spanish been popping like I'm Gloria Estefan
They say real bitches party I just stick to flexing
Ima real pretty girl with expensive measures
Dim
and slam it
I make money like my tap run water
Twenty-one ways for the man get slaughtered
Big rich, but I never was an importer
Important, I still chat
lets get rich and party
Lets not test my gangsta, that's how you get bodied
that's how hearts get took, pride get damaged
Lives is shedded, fuckin'
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