Lyrics:
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich
I'm just trying to be rich ( big fish)
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich
I'm just trying to be rich
Back on my
She a bad rich bitch she did it own she been rocking Gucci ferigamo camme des garçon
She a bad rich bitch she did it by herself
She even bought
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
tricking homie
Thats a big difference
She into big things big chains big titties
Big spending big business big
Ballin big pimpin her ass to fake for me
I don't need no fake love or no fake friends
Bitch I'd rather run this cake up
Grind and make ends if it don't make money
Hoe it don't make sense
I
in the hood
But you look like the Big Bad Wolf
What big teeth you got
Crowd starts booing
Wait, I told this nigga, wait
"Go donate one of ya fake
damn beat now all the money is mine
I carry big fat WIVES, I treat my girls like guys
Ask 'em "who do they love?" and they all say TIDE
I'm just
This shit gotta be bigger than big
Know what I'm sayin', no lil' boy shit
Everything gotta be extravagant
(Boy)
(I just taught Rich to get rich
White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did
White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did
niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
the mixup
No fake love
No need to check up
Fuck that love shit
I want the big bucks
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
don't mix
I got bad bitches comin' by the twos like a Twix
Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she
involved but they fake
Hope y'all relate
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had
they fake
Hope y'all relate
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring
some old fake Louie,
Baby if that's real Louie, I'm Tom Cruise.
Excuse me, I'd like to buy some.
You don't know jack about this Louie.
Take your
You need the mozzarella sticks Nani
I-I-I-I love Chris Rich
Move, bitch back (Back up)
I don't l fuck with the chit-chat
Hop out with a big mac
I
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
You big stench in my life, you big stench
Huh, I'm big rich
Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho
You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho
You
Them fakes get cutted
I'm like kid no cudi
I'm big no budget
I flick the stunters
I mixed the numbers
I started from the bottom
I raised it
Came a long
shout out Lucci
Shout out YFN shout out Rich Homie
Boy no new friends i don't know where I'd be
If it wasn't for them, east Atlanta Commas
If it wasn't
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
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