Lyrics:
you ain't gotta ask (Uh, uh)
Way before the quarantine, I was in a mask
Asked niggas for six feet
Pop 'em in the ass you rap it like a G
Wasn't poppin'
bat that bitch up
[Stone]
The king of the Nolia
I crowd both the wrists
Lock down slanging towns
Took the top off the six
In the club I be
100 rounds
You can be big and get killed by a kid with 100 pounds
Tell me N***a how it sounds
In the wrong town don't be play a clown
Or they'll put you
The Rich Way
BMG
BMG
BMG
Reno
Tell them dig brody the nem up with his bum ass
They know we gon' empty them clips to my gun jam
I go by Lil' Walka
Damario
Mafia
Big cheque
Yo Wangz line up a van
By the way line up a truck
Cause van cyaa carry dem money yah
FGM
Alright den
Tyre pon rim
Boy weh go
the six foot
And I'm motivated to get more of it
Rich nigga getting private dances in public
Small things to a giant, it's too easy
Just got dressed
the girls passed by and he winked his eye;
He said, "I'm July Jones,
I'm the man for you, I'm six foot two,
All muscle, meat and bones."
Chorus:
Great
Lights camera action ain't surprised by this lifestyle
Been dreaming for a minute can't get lost up in this lifestyle
Rich nigga I ain't no rich nigga
But
I'm back
Ooh
Yeah
I'm applying pressure, got my foot on necks
That a big flex
I'm rolling with bosses and street execs
You rolling with rejects
I
the breadknife
Grandma wake up
And scene
Across the pond In a little town
Lived the short stout Bobby Brown
Cut his grass With a sharpened axe
Never paid a dime
cruising round town,
Got some nuddie boots, got a big city cuttie
Blonde hair Brown roots,
look out another hometown hick done struck it
Hillbilly rich
town double fooks/ I started to run but tripped over both my foots/ the first person that spoke/ approached/ rough/ she said you evil prick that’s not
Town
Has got me down
Rich Kid Town
Rich Kid Town has got me down
Rich Kid Town
Has got me down
You know that Rich Kid Town
Rich Kid Town has got me down
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
Intro]
im up by 6am 1Rail
Up by 6am Fleak Type
up by 6am
we be on the grind yeah i be
im up by 6am pay the money
up by 6am yeah
up by 6am unhhh
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
Teffy the melody
Melody King 3
Lets get it
Rich bitch
Yea she is a rich bitch
Big bag
Yeah she got a big bag
Rich nigga so I always wear trad
6
watch that nigga
No 6 pack unless its some smirnoff
Hit it missionary tryna rip my beard off
Bitch have wanna puppies with the big dog
Then its child
me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
and when I finally get some rest
I dream about getting my cake up
But sleep for weak my alarm by the bed gone beep
I'm 6 am with the wake up
Headed
real
All my life
I said I get rich
I'm thinking big, big
I'm thinking big tings
I'm gonn be rich
By any means
I'm gonn be rich
By any means
I'm gonn be
seven or six trey
Once y doce, trece, express way
We like to tip out, dip out with the clika
Then stop by Eddie's to get the liquor (ey)
I got it now,
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