Lyrics:
Okay, New York, New York
Skepta, Jme (Boy Better Know)
This is grime scene
Hold tight my mum still, big up mum
Yeah, listen
I want a 100% not fifty
getting rich
I glowed up me and my niggas getting rich
Better slow up or you niggas gon' get bitched
Slow up or you niggas gon' get
Woah they make space
(Uu,uu,uu,ah,ah,Ruth Chris)
(Manna Dosanjh)
(Heh,Heh,Heh)
That's that rich life, she want to eat Ruth Chris (haa)
You can't even fight, you just got
Big stepper whoo
Big fish aye
Money in my pocket
I feel big rich aye
Shot caller
Big Bank
Top shotter
Ouchie Wally Wally Bang bang
Top dollar
I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get big extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe
)
We smoking on that reefer by the zips (uhh, we rich)
I'm feeling good today rock big baguettes (yeah ah ah, we rich)
Went and bought the Cayenne for my
We havin' big thangs.
Ice Cube, the only nigga that can bring Too $hort out of retirement.
Representin' money.
Hmm, beeitch.
[Ice Cube, Too
We havin' big thangs.
Ice Cube, the only nigga that can bring Too $hort out of retirement.
Representin' money.
Hmm, beeitch.
[Ice Cube, Too
niccs drip or shine I will never die (die)
Rich gang
Big Bank
Shawty started fucking on a nicc tryna hang (hang)
I done made hell hella cold out
a astro-naut
[Chorus]
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I'm
a astro-naut
[Chorus]
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I'm
Easy, back up, turn your radio
Turn your radio off
Watch me now, baby, baby
Uh uh, uh uh
Bitches in my ear, they saying they love me
You don't
bracket
Uh
Ain't no thing I cant handle nah
Ima make it big with no media
By any means any ethnic mean nothing work ethic the medium
Yeah
Boss shit go live
Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established
Instructions are to prepare for
I'm sick of this shit dawg, I'm tired of bein? broke
I wanna live like da rich folks
I want da house with da big boat
I wanna wake up one mornin?
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
if you rich or you famous
Bossed up had to get it on my own
Big bro help me reach big goals
I just stuck in my crib all alone
Manifesting
This my last
Hangin' around by the monument, dancin' to the radio
You got a memory even shorter than your dress
But there's nothin' that you don't know
[Chorus]
see the latest movies the same as he
They all listen to the radio an' all for free
I'm askin' you, Bub
How big can you be?
How big can you get
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
What you gon' do when you make it?
'Lot of people change when it comes to bein' famous
Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch
I'm a rich
even sleep, I'm tryna get the guap
I'm thinking all I need is a big tour with RiRi
And a couple more radio hits to get TV
Just hit Virgil to try
Everyday, You know I stay on my big dog status
In the city doing plays on my big dog status
You know we steady getting rich on my big dog status
I'm
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