Lyrics:
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
on him
Got that bag by myself ain't no big homie
Swear I still be going in ain't no rich homie
Still with my dogs I'm outside with that glick on me
It's
homie y you mad and
Acting jealous
Lord protect me as I walk through these streets everyday
Through the night and the day
I just want to be rich so I’m
the war
The one's who've been there, through rich and the poor
This bitch gotta twist up and hit
Aiin't that some shit, I gotta ask, ain't that a bitch
But
get rich
Can't fall for no hoe
Trust no bitch
I'm just trynna get rich
You don't know me
No he ain't the homie
Slide through by my lonely
Big hits like
Yeah, y'all already know,
When I walk the f-ck back
You can't act like that ain't the flyest thing you
ever seen in your whole entire muthaf-ckin
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do
This is what we do
ain't got the scripts
You ain't in the Vette so little homie don't trip
Know you ain't trying to press me
I get you hit by next week
Balling through these
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
ride, ride that dick (ride this dick don't fall baby)
Rich Gang, our lifestyle (ride this dick don't fall baby)
Ride this dick, don't walk baby
Ride
Binky Mac Boo Kapone and the homie Techniec.
[Mack 10]
Now here we go it's the show stopper noodle knocker
Gung ho 1 O fo sho
filling up the bleachers now with this lil' crowd
Homie what goes up must come down
I'll probably go up but I ain't coming back down
I told them that
in this bitch, been getting rich for a long minute
Suck me and don't come up for air, that bitch is long-winded
I got a homie in prison doing a long
me, homie
Get tough don't cry on me
Bitch, I suffered to get rich
I became a president
But they can't put a tie on me
Gave my mama a new whip
A CVO
Tonya, Ashley
Send 'em all texts and I'm horny
I'm waitin' for a response back
Two rubbers my golden gun, i'm in combat
Catch a contact with a rich homie
where he at, I'm finna go and stuff some crack and that
Big homie knew I had it on my mind
He ain't like it but it's right that run it through my
where he at, I'm finna go and stuff some crack and that
Big homie knew I had it on my mind
He ain't like it but it's right that run it through my
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion,
on ya
And yea blama ya homie
Running from the bounty homie
Your honor I think ya outta order
I know what you did last
Summer fuck your baby mother
Gucci
Otb the squad and you know I got my gang with me
My niggas hittin' licks, you know we chasin' bands homie
Yo bitch at my show, she know that I'm
a hotboy
Rip da homie
Ain't tryna go, lik Pablo
Imma keep da tool on me
Imma keep a bad bitch and she gone be bout some paper
Young trap nigga comin thru
flooded with ice
Niggas hate me to my death
Cause I'm loving my life
I can walk through any hood, I paid that cost
I ain't felt this good since I
Got shot
on me
Used to have blocks on me
Now I'm living for PETA 'cause I got a fox on me, ah
Now that I told you niggas, I showed you niggas
She come through
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