Lyrics:
five blunt I been high
I was getting seven twenty five in the airport just to get by
Use to fuck with him but he switch sides
Bought a qp think I'm rich
to fuck a bitch, brother was the plug
Bitch, I jumped up off the porch and got it out the mud
I was raised by niggas showing that tough love
All I wanted
sleep
Been a boss since a teen
All designer kit, Rafs on my feet ayy, yeah
I've been a boss (I've been a boss)
Dental, I floss (Bitch, I floss)
Three
the cross
I can't keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a little less
I can't be too rich, too many hoes, lined up for sex
I can't rest until my
the cross
I can't keep a bitch 'cause none of them come up for a little less
I can't be too rich, too many hoes lined up for sex
I can't rest until my
don't give a fuck about no bitch
Yeah I was down and out I got my mind on getting rich
My roster full, I'll come and call a hoe to scratch my itch
Go, up
in my mind is a check
'Bout my hunneds, it's still fuck a test
By my lonely, don't fuck with rest
Khaled 5s on my feet I'm the best
Not my bitch nigga
I'm feeling real sick all caused by the jet lag
Pretty lil bitch from Conroe, bought her a Birkin and shit cause she bad
Feel like I'm Cheerio got too
on the order of 16th of an inch or smaller. They drift by the window and I can see them against the dark sky. There were literally thousands of them. It looked
Nada Franchise
Nada Shotcallers
Yeah Sporty Thievz Sporty Thievz
Uh huh nada
A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue
the other dude I’m popping (rich flair)
Bitch I’m rich, most likely I’m with ur bitch
Don’t drive nothing less than a 6
The base that i pitch, yeah should
Freak bitch keep starin' at the Draco
Type to lob, but promise summer make my days long
Fuck up a bitch nigga in my bae clothes
Askin' questions,
hate that I'm rich (yeah)
I might go to hell, I'll ice skate with the devil before I put faith in a bitch
I fucked her so good, she ain't ask for
the bush and just get to the point (slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah)
Live by the gun then you
Bitch 1st of all yea 1st of all
Yall rappers out here trash
And I don't know who lied to you
But who the fuck dun got yall gassed?
Bitch you washed
a three-five in the leaf
Put the bitch to sleep
Put a light five on your head
Knock him off his feet
Fuck that pussy nigga, he can die
Let him rest in peace
througout tha metro area
Weezy baby, he's the greatest
Leave the ladies, in such disbelief
But bitch please believe me
Im the boy, tha neater tha block
Im
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
built the Disneyland
Get Rich or Die Tryin', yeah that was 50 plan
Filed the chapter 11, guess the nigga kidneys failed
Bitch so bad, she in a bidding
'cause a nigga wasn't born rich
Changing clothes three times the only way I forfeit
I won't stop til I'm on Forbes list
Money never made me but maybe it
up
And this movie money got me with my feet up
Percentage do come in
I should name it the re-up
We up, TBE, no-one can defeat me Shawn
That nigga money
pay no child support
Because the bitch left him without a second thought
He got nothing to eat, no shoes on his feet
She even left his clothes out
oh
New wrist
Bitch I'm rich as fuck
New wrist
Bitch I'm lit as fuck
New wrist
Bitch can't sit with us
Yeah
Bitch can't sit with us
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch
get rich while you worried bout that bitch, hmmm
Can't get rich hanging with them counterfeits, hmmm
I need riches ain't worried bout other shit, hmmm
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