Lyrics:
with one eye open these niggas'll touch ya
I go to sleep with that Mac on the dresser
Shit, I feel like Tony Montana
Pray we don't go to the slammer
you can call that bitches rich
I'm out this sports, I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade
[DJ Khaled]
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epedemic,
and they hit the street
You don't like the game, you can google my dick, bitch
And that goes to everybody
I pray for foes, I pray for hoes
I pray for
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Many they pray make i fail, mummy they pray my boy go top
Came from the bottom why i go fail, Came from bottom i no fit fail
Is your boy big j on it
a couple hundo
Big mansion with a double front do'
Pretty young thang in a new condo
Pray to God, stay rich, stay humble
I got big bank casing
They broke, that's sad
Getting money, they mad
Getting money, they mad ( rich )
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich
I'm just trying to be rich ( big
Talkin that cap dog you better quit
Why you mentioning niggas I'm better than
Put ya money on me and I bet I win
I pray them Demons get off me
I pray them
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
push a button
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my
Who that
With the
Big bag
That's me
Pull up
No bag
So sad
Not me
I heard y'all cheap
Man that shit weak
At the bank like meech
Y'all pockets low
here girl, lemme get you this
This one Rick try to get you rich
Candy paint on my six-six (six), you can call that bitches rich
I'm out this sports,
all love
I pray about love, I pray about love
While smokin' my weed
While smokin' my weed (smokin' my weed)
While smokin' this big gas inside this
bitch
The niggas that would call a bitch
Why'all be rich
So Short, what you mean?
I bet, I be a poor girl's dream
More money than she ever seen
This
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
with Corona
Lord, that paper callin' I reply
Spread that money like the disease, uh
Why? My wrist cost a hundred G's, uh, I
I end on my beat I, I
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
Smoking gelato, I pull up with RiFF
Freaky bitch swallow all the dick
Ice box, that's a big dog drip
AR fift' with the big dog clip
That's the big dog slip
Percosets that's my buttons
Hit the pop button
Psychopath
Blunt big
Big as Mama June off the diet plan
Smoking science lab
I should have tattoo that say
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
y'all (that y'all!)
And that's all!
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave
I'm a culprit, I don't pray to no one, fuck that cult shit
Run up on me, big guns, you get offed quick
Fuck that off switch
Thanking God that I made
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