Lyrics:
gettin' money on the other side of town
So I ain't a fuckin' john I'll split yo' wig
And I ain't got shit to do wit' yo' kids
Look, Rich Boy quit, doin'
my life, you big stench (ooh-ooh)
The energy is triple six and mine is blessed (ooh-ooh)
Thank God I put them crosses on before we met (ooh-ooh,
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
locking this down
Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown
Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town
I'm copping a pound
They
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
and check from your bro
Fuck what they say
I'ma fuck me a rich nigga
Not a trick, but I'm a trick and he gon' trick bigger
Only fucking with them six
die
But these days go by way too quick
I need a Gucci bag, some Saint Laurent
I'm talkin' big flossin'
Fine bitch, I'm rich
I'm talkin' big bossin'
I
to make our profits bro
roll through the town talking shit get your wig split
especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
we are I see one now
And it's snaking through the town, stop the car and set us down
Hey Hey, it's a long way down the line
We're standing by
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
I got famous and rich, now I'm corporate (uh)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing back, I won't hold you
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Hands too quick
Think I'm Buddy Rich
Temper too quick
Think I'm
fit
You can tell by the swagger and the lips
Catch me 'ridin like a bitch
Got the six forty-five
Catch me 'ridin thru this shit
Long hair and she got
and tuxedos
Eating sheppard bed meals, cashing big burritos
Big dinero, rich money don't sleep
I got to have it every day of the week
Rich Bitch Problems, I
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
Poppin' big shit, nigga
Tell me how the fuck you try to go big on big
Chasing after a nigga, take care of your motherfuckin' kids
Word around town
locking this down
Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown
Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town
I'm copping a pound
They
she don't complain
Get it? She take it off, she don't cum playin'
Yeah, we gettin' rich by any means (by any means)
She want the dick by any means
on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
When I'm in your town, I got bags of the stacks and
Frost on the cake, man, big time sticks and
Work with the left hand,
How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch?
You gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
Man, I
I can tell by that silly ass chain it been slow
Chorus:
Wit a big bag, big bag
Got me all in my big bag, big bag
Saks top shelf big bag, big bag
Got
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back
Hear ya got a brother named James, don't forget faces or names
Sunken cheeks and his
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