Lyrics:
girl I dig
Another hustle just to make it big
And rockaway rockaway
And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city
pretty
Excuse me, miss, I know it's not funny
But your perfume smells like your daddy's got money
Why you slummin' in the city in your fancy heels?
You
inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty
No place in
forever
We rich forever, my nigga, we rich forever
Quavo! Goddamb, goddamb
So many bricks
How in the hell I flip this shit
Stay on your grind, gotta take
the city on fire
I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, whoa
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe, like really doe
They say I got the city on fire
I
Standing on the mountain looking down on a city
The way I feel is a dog-gone pity
Teardrops are fallin' down the mountainside
Many times I've been
There's a long line of mourners driving down our little street
Their fancy cars are such a sight to see, oh, yeah
They're all of your rich friends
In a three-wheeled jalopy; he bought and sold potions
To the city that looked over the ocean
And he sold the last drop, it was big with the rich
to a traveling salesman
In a three-wheeled jalopy, he bought and sold potions
To the city that looked over the ocean
And he sold the last drop, it was big
Here's the house. Here's the city and the stream. Here's the father to my dream. Here's the lost and lonely look in your eyes. When you leave I will
horn
You pop a letter to your baby in Richmond
'Cause you're feeling pretty down
She's kinda small but at least
She's a rich one
Oh, and she needs you
the train from Ride
I know she's out there somewhere
Selling all we got but I don't mind
In the big city
You can walk a thin line
Your mother won't know that
the stinacks
And I got a big-big MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck
On the floor next to Spike Lee in a big chain, know that Mazzi made it
Your man a rat, my only question is how you tolerate it?
I'm always gon' give back
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
diddley, diddley daddy.
I got a baby that's oh so pretty.
I found her out here in this knock dead city.
Somebody kissing my baby last night.
My baby said
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
to sky dive
The world is yours there's rules you abide by
Ride with the fly guy on I 9 5
They said a nigga returned but I never left
I told Big L
The bank's stoked and shorty seeing the specifics
I dilate your pupil ironic bare witness
Gin tonic Jack honey east coast hydraulic
Fly By Twitter leave
the problems are left behind us
Big successful rich city, I saw salvation there
Los Angeles, you and me, love without the borders
Hello my love, I'm calling you
and tuxedos
Eating sheppard bed meals, cashing big burritos
Big dinero, rich money don't sleep
I got to have it every day of the week
Rich Bitch Problems, I
your eyes and look
Everyday a young nigga is took
Off the face of the streets by a police
It's like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash
You can't
I'm gon' feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit
And drive off in the
Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere
I go they love the "bling-bling" flow!
Bang
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