Lyrics:
Woman shined the apple, and the man had to take a bite
Anything that good, God knows, just had to be right
Well they woke up naked with a big headache,
He
crush in a fashion
Like I ain't never ate in this game (Chuh)
Like I ain't never seen or had me some big thangs
Like I ain't been around the world
waitin' for 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
And your
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
I got big bank casing on a muthafucka
Ain't shit changed cuz' I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
here come the rich man in his big, long limousine.
Here come the poor man, all you got to have is green.
Here come the banker, lawyer and the cop.
One
We look down and we'll be down, but we stayin' up
And we rise up, we stay on 'em, you heard me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)
Big Florida water, big
couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the shit
Big bank on my finger
cake
I want to die like a rich boy diving
In a hydrocodone dream
You can die like a rich girl by me
Oh how the magazines will read
I 'll die like
a friend like me (never!)
Go big time! (Big time!) Wish big time! (Big time!)
Go big time! (Big time!) Uh
Go big time! (Big time!) Wish big time! (Big
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
I never hurt you sweet heart
I never pulled my gun
Got bells in your mind, baby
So won't you pardon me?
I think it's time for me to move along
I
white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies
to paint the picture your mind being the canvas
I take you spiritually high, your plane never be landing
No navigation locating that spot
When I hit that
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's
Big city, hard times never bother me
I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be
Let me tell ya, I said
Big city, hard times never bother me
I'm
with my heart and messes with my mind
Acts like Madonna but she listens to Merle
Rock my world little country girl
She wears snakeskin boots made by
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
Well if money makes a rich man
Then I might never make the grade
I'll be a small time operator
If I just get the landlord paid
But if time is
at all
Now that all the feeling is gone
Everything or nothing at all
Never mind, love and hate
Peace of mind, it's a bit too late
(Nothing at all)
Take me to the station
Put me on a train
I've got no expectations
To pass through here again
Once I was a rich man
Now I am so poor
But
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
shit, nigga, oh well
In the 6, me and Rich eating oxtail
Walking up in the plug he do wholesales
My nigga caught a little charge, he got no bail (no
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