Lyrics:
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
The old maid is waiting for leap year to come.
The crooner is just waiting to sing.
The old cow is standing by the old Bull Durim sign
just waiting
that we smoke
I said fuck that, you get free smoke
If I say this, they might re-vote
Why I'm the king of Grime by default
Big ego, man can't diss my
the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it
Ha? I get rich why'all
Ha, boy I done bought D's wid dis
Big bout-it Benz car
Ay suckas hate to see me get it like so, so
Bitches say they dig the way I kick it like so, so
Filthy rich and still I keep it pimping like so
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting
Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat,
Birdman, my man
Two words: Rich Gang
YSL Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life aye
Try anyone of us you'll lose your life play
With these big dogs better have
dumb rich
Hunnid round right in my bag
I got sick no slatt
I got Vetement jean nocap
Okay, big big big big slime
I got tech I don't want my pints
Check
need then get lost
I could buy the blue from the
Sky I'm a rich hog give me it now
I'm not the guy you want to piss off
By any means
I get what I want
like a bully bitch, get saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody
ain't no fuckin' rapper (woo)
He say he get them 'bows for cheap, ooh, he a big capper (why you cap?)
'Cause every time I ask him where they at, he
aristocrats
Above the hungry and poor
America, America
The saints come marching home
The holy ghost is knees
Crushed by sticks and stones
Mega phone
Big
yeah
I'm a go-getter, nigga, being down never fazed us
Used to get it off the RAZR
I'm a pioneer in the A, sir, don't be fooled by this blazer
Send
then
Crib life I was living in the den, came and count my dividends
Now I'm legal I can spend it then, now my closet my kitchen big
I ain't even tryna
(Thank you, Bizounce)
(Luci, LuciG)
What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (your part)
I can tell by her hair
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
Birdman, my man
Two words: Rich Gang
YSL Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life aye
Try anyone of us you'll lose your life play
With these big dogs better have
flip
My boys pull out big knots 'cause we all rich
My boys pull out big Glocks get you all hit
My boys givin' them shots like they all sick
Remy Boyz we
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Sittin' outside just to spill on X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Boy, you not rich, not rich like this
Five hundred
agitated? You prayed and meditated?
You're concentrated on gettin' elevated?
By sundown, Monday
You who come will be blessed with the big money blessing
of the arnage
Even as a youth I was laudering the stoop
Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue
I was pushing keys in a V with no roof
Rich, black, two big
bang
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it
OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
Yeah Young Moola Baby
Now it was me and lil cc and we was chillin by ourselves
Orville Red and popped a pill and now im feelin myself
all these cuts
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
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