Lyrics:
Top Down and my rim's sitting big now
House real big now
Bitch booty big now
Money super big now
I'm Famous like BIG now
I guess I'm super big
I
that's my baby)
Yeah (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah (mm-mm)
Go (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
filthy rich one day.
And the next morning end up broke.
I'm glad I learned my lesson, way back in '87.
I was wide around the mouth, by them burritos,
bitches mad (Mad)
Balmains on her ass
Booty so big got to look when she pass
I'm a let her drive the Bentley (Bentley)
Fuck it might buy her a Jag (Jag)
to tradycyjnie macie
Rich Magiera z G Rapem zwiększamy zasięg
Ziomek co by się nie działo nadal zwiększamy zasięg
Bo znów w rękawie z asem choćby bez karty na
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
Ooh la la Bangladesh
Hey
See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever
it falls, it never turns to gold
If I ain't rich by 25
I might die at 27 years old
Just so you know i'm a goat
Just so you know i'm the
Aye I treat
I'm not just a big boy
I'm a very big boy
I'm a very rich boy
Ehy my God you don lift me high ohhhhh
Ehhhhhhhh
From nobody
God you make me me
none
Ass so big
Dive in too deep
She giving out p I'm fucking too much
Tryner get rich
Doing it big
They feeling my shit I'm winning too much
All of my
Fuck yesterday
God gave me breath today
They gone say the dream too big
And you got carried away
Till you fuck around get carried away
Then they
I’m Rich and I’m Lavish
Pull up wit a bad bitch
Shawty lookin mad thick
Finna get it ratchet
Everyone attracted to that ass like a magnet
Puttin
done
Know you sick, cause you just found out that I made your bitch cum
Yeah, this a rich trapper lifestyle
This a rich trapper lifestyle
This a rich
a small war and start a recession, the big dog, the boss hog
What I want is the question
I want it all, I want it all, I need it all right now, I want
that shit so
I had to make my own way by myself
I had to make a own name by myself
I couldn't get rich, I didn't have shit
I didn't have enough so I did
this shit I'm soul
Ice ice they gotta pay me in gold
Told em rich by 24
No love no x and o's
Wrist in froze ya beats being me
All the baddest hoes
(woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' Spider like that
Nigga rich as fuck, I
January went quick
February didn't go by fast
March they was on dick
April now they on my ass
But man you know i'm still get rich
Them fuckas still
Yeah, In my room pouring fours by my lonely
(By my lonely)
Got my nigga watching me 'cause
I think I might OD (I might OD)
Big piggy bank, put it in
I pull up on beam and shit
Run up on Preme I'm steaming shit (I'm steaming shit)
Virtual beam in it
Big shots of Remy no lean in it (no lean in it)
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
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
be rich or what? (Mm-hmm)
You wanna die broke or live it up?
And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If
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