Lyrics:
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
be in the trenches
Pourin' syrup with the real ones
I'm a livin' legend, that's a big one
(That's a big one)
I pay cash for all my cars
Man, that card,
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
born a little less than
The darker the skin the more of a wicked man
Gettin banned from the plan made by the Great Almighty Hand
Frame the lane, a nigga
give me freely
Because mi sauce nice pasta Linguine
Full a gyal mi nuh par wid Bulla man
Rich badness like say mi jook a bank
Account
I stack to a billion
Get so rich and give it all to my children getting
Big big paper
Big big big paper
Big big paper
Big big big paper
Never had shit
like, "Big stacks, big stacks", lil' YoungBoy and I'm rich now
All them gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town
Man, tell that
a Narco
Damn
Tryna touch 40
Wit a big bag
Made man
Birthmarks on my nutsack
Count bands
Ooh baby don't touch that
Milly rock
On a broke boy
I don't buss
yeah-yeah
I know what I can and what I can't do
I know every time that I'ma come through
Yeah, I just turned to the big man
Big shoes, big hands,
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
I'm Kid Cudi
Spit so rich I think it's funny
I just want some bitches
And some motherfuckin money
Up away like I'm Kid Cudi
Spit so rich I think it's
man judge man
Can i get a witness
This place that you running here
Is seeming like a big mess
People in and outta here
Look at her with 6 kids
Women
And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules (this how I'm feelin', man)
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy
Want fi rich right now while mi young
Yeah mi want fi live life now while mi young
Man want rich now not later
Man want Owen sky scraper
Now not later
on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by
cruiser crosstown bus
Down the road I'll whizz
Jaguar or maserati
Fastest man alive
Wave at the babes as I pass by
They'll be bees around my hive
When I
the preacher
I live in Miami, nigga, I'll South Beach you
Robin Leach, uh, that's how we ballin'
You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter
it did time
Swear I told you niggas for the 5th time
I'mma get mine, yeah
I got a ring so big, call the shit big time
She don't wanna fuck me, man
Anytime I wanna see Cisco, you know what I mean
I got a lot of pictures, but man, that's home
That was a bro, that's home
So just certain shit, yo
this bitch with your man
That's a no-no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance
Just got rich (got rich)
Took a broke nigga bitch
sucker, I know that bitch man
She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin a rich man
Now here you come, drop top ridin
You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin
Pussy
rich got rich got rich got rich
Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man thing)
Baby don't play me, don't play me (You better kiss my ring)
I'm
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