Lyrics:
Yeah
(And when I fuck, make my mind up)
(Baby, I love you, yeah)
Boss (yeah, I love you)
Yeah (yeah)
(I want you) yeah (yeah)
(I want you,
said "Sorry son it's gone gone gone"
Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks
The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back
Tents pitched
drowning
In a lake that bears my name
You can die like a rich girl by me
Flushed and radiant with fame
I wanna lie asleep on the TV
In a golden
I'd rather be in some dark holler
Where the sun don't never shine
Than to be in some big city
In a small room with your love on my mind
So blow
Think it's a game?
Rich nigga shit
Throwing hunnid bands, juuggin' out
I'ma blow my wrist on a ticket, bih, juuggin' out
Big dawg shit, ha, big
I'm RICH BITCH
I'm like Rick bitch
I'm rich bitch
I'm like Rick bitch
All my niggas got big chains - Got big chains, Got big chains
All my niggas got
and promised he'd take special care
So it wouldn't get lost no more
Now a man don't mind if the stars get dim
And the clouds blow over and darken him
So
ass get rich (get rich)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit (ooh)
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (hell nah)
We might struggle because
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
my hands
24-7 I'm your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
[Chorus:]
I'd be a rich man, it's true
If I
good with my hands
24 7 I'm your handyman
Odd jobs hard jobs anything under the sun
Big jobs small jobs baby
I'd be a rich man it's true
If
good with my hands
24 7 I'm your handyman
Odd jobs hard jobs anything under the sun
Big jobs small jobs baby
I'd be a rich man it's true
If
good with my hands
24 7 I'm your handyman
Odd jobs hard jobs anything under the sun
Big jobs small jobs baby
I'd be a rich man it's true
If
with you, nigga?
You a fraud, just a fib, my nig', my nig', uh
Oh
You know I never did you wrong
Even though I'm right here by the phone, dawg
You
about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxes
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors
I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
exposure so
They trying to make me kill 'em, I'm controlling my emotions though
Why you niggas lookin' so surprised? They not supposed to blow?
From
In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
At home there
that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yeah)
This that president bush shit (hell yeah)
It's big Gucci, excuse me
feel when it comes inside!
Comes inside! In my mind!
(Inhale followed by coughing)
you'll be plannin' when to die
Don't expect favours when the cars go passing by
I lost my girl waitin' for the train from Ride
Well, I don't mind matching
when I build my shit it's gone be something like this
Little rich ass niggaz sitting on top of the cliff
Cars parked all the way down the street
I bet
stuntin' on 'em right now, now, now
Ayy, they hatin' on us
They just mad 'cause we way up right now
So blow it in the wind (blow my weight up)
Let
for the big fish
Niggas' rich
They have my straps
Women with gaps
Now they want to' sit in my laps and listen to raps
But no
Heard a nigga' tight
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