Lyrics:
FYB, Rich Gang
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah you're all welcome to come in
Look, I go by the name Jermaine Dupri, right (the young boss)
Sauce
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah)
That's that third eye
I
usually started things off by asking about the avant-garde.
Â?? So, what's so good about new? they'd ask.
â?? Well, new isâ?¦ interesting.
â?? And what,
(Ching ching)
And that's a big bet bet bet
And now a make a bitch get wet we wet wet
And I got money yeah I'm rich rich rich (Yeah I'm rich)
Why she
in the whip stomp on the gas
I'm on the strip I'm on the ave
Trynna get rich, I'm trynna splash
I'm taking tips, open a tab
I'm taking trips, bring in
the love of Christ Love is no big deal
I gotta be with someone that can Love me that much
A ride or die watching the clouds Roll by
I like to watch
I was broke as a bitch
Didn't have no cash
Didn't have no whip
Had to get me a stick
Plot on a nigga he rich as a bitch
When I hit that boy, I bet I
Babe come check how I live
Babe come check how I do it
I ain't fucking with niggas they weird
Rich by myself thirty kay I blew it
Really want a buss
talk with the boss
I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
might be on your radio on every Sunday.
So listen what your DJ plays. (2x)
You-ROY will be gone by the end of the day
Michigan & Smiley in a different
Don't be them, be a next breed
Ain't a gangster, ain't a wanker
Ain't no MC
Ain't a small fry, ain't a big shot
I'm a next breed
Ain't a rich man,
a kid sometimes I repent for the shit i done did
Big backwood yall shit too thin
Got the pack at 7 got it off by 10 (Got it off)
Cant fold, won't bend,
this by myself you know I brought my squad with me yuh
All of my diamonds got the big drip aye
Got a hunnid thous on my left wrist yeah
Balling like Ja
motion
They Say your only hurt by the closest
So I always keep the thorns on the roses
Big bags only fuck that poor shit
Money motivated staying focused
can look in her face and she proud of me
I can tell by the way cause I'm already knowin'
Yeah she like my performance
Lil nigga don't get me started
Big
to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation
Through the radio stations
Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know
Big Man Ten yeah I shatter niggas egos
Even way back then I ain't ever have no hero's
Had to get it by my lonely I remember having zero
Get it by my
the age of 12, turnt myself into a popstar
Rock by myself, Ian never need a guitar
Turn 13, turned myself into a big star
Wanna kill me, better plan, better
no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I'm on that
the cows come
What's on my mind get rich nigga
Come straight up out the abyss niggas
I do this shit like a list nigga
Don't play wit me play with your clit
hallucinating
Thinking that they better it's ok
We gone live a rich life
And move far far away
Big house in the mountains
Or maybe by the beach
Smoking strong
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