Lyrics:
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"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch
When she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
to marry
The big bee sucks the blossom
And the little bee makes the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money
Take me back
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
Ah, yeah ah, yeah
Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt
Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (yeah)
Go 'head
the trunk, walk away with big stacks (big stacks)
They jealous of the fortune,
The glitz and the fame my cocaine mortgage,
In the game like tony parker,
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
100 favors
And now I'm sitting here sippin' on the last bit of GT
And all I ever see is your face, a 100 favors
Prices with the life, rollin on them
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
bitch, I
Stuck to my guns (woah), that's what made me rich
That's what put me on, that's what got me here
That's what made me this (this)
by (you)
Rollie flooded (flooded), diamonds flawless (flawless)
Bad thotties, big bodies (skrrt, yeah)
(Sex)
Oh you rich? Yeah
I just gave my ex
the way to the end (for real though)
Big Boo, I miss you, wish I could relive that night again
We in the club, geeked on the lean, you rollin' hard
Ayy, trust fund, trust fund, trust fund
I get my money by lump sums
I get the check and I go dumb (go dumb)
Rackin' up money, got three sons
on the Benz (speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints (hoo)
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho (Ocean, yeah)
Top down, she
what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
We
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Big (эй) baller (Baller), мой mob - rich, make bubbling (флы)
Big (Big) baller (эй), мой mob - rich, make bubbling (Bubbling)
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I live by the code of the streets (yeah)
Don't leave the house
Without my motherfuckin' heat (Nah)
I roll Biscotti in the motherfuckin' leaf
(yeah)
who can't hold their peace and woman who can't control their tongues
The rich seduce the poor and the old are seduced by the young.
When you gonna
Shined up by a rich girl,
Who's only care in the world is me.
"but are these all the brains I'm entitled to have?
Don't try to make me happy, when I'm
Teffy the melody
Melody King 3
Lets get it
Rich bitch
Yea she is a rich bitch
Big bag
Yeah she got a big bag
Rich nigga so I always wear trad
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I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh)
I done smoked weed where they said I can't
Got rich when
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