Lyrics:
life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
Different locations, spots where it takes place
If you show them my money, your ass is gettin' F-laid
There's four major games that run the city of G's
blueprints
Left some hoes on read just need your bread not your two cents
I got it my environments product
Watching Yosemite Sam plans I need plenty that
that's gross profit
They like Mo stop went to climb and fell
Running up I gotta get it by the bell
leak the album gotta time it well
You don't like making
means
When the beef kicks off and the lights go off
JHK by himself outside of your door
And I will never back the fuck off
Until I got his head pop off
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
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
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
me shit, man your life's whack
Trap City in my city that's my rack
U know City this is Rack city
I'ma rapper call me Kash Pleen
Trap city bitch,
nasty)
Bitch this is your warning so please don't fall out of line.
One "hey big head" and you know that that nigga is all mine. (Show is)
Ho don't be mad
shake the city? Clearly you are from outta town
I made my scraper catch your paper on the turf
Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
goes
If I don't get this album sold
I'll reload, come back out with flows
Now you know how I'll go and get rich
Tick, tick, tick
I'll explode
Test me,
the city
Mac shaking shit, nigga
Young rich nigga riding 'round the city with the Mac
Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin' (ba-bow)
[Chorus]
Young nigga, we Rich Gang
Came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin' down Biscayne
Black Double-R with your bitch, mane
With that top off
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
What you gon' do
Its Good music and G-Unit
Banks
Loso
Ladies and Gentleman
You know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever
it hot up in da kitchen
Water whipping
Penny pinching to big business
Sippin Henny
Henny thang goes
Henny many miny moe
50 60 maine
Ship'em in by da
type, he go for strong and that's big gun
They go for drinkin' Courvaseour and mix behind you, one and one
A bunch of young black rich dangerous niggas
city's a wrap big Leslie
We show up and show out like Eddie snappin' on Reggie
Chill, but chill don't make me bust off your headpiece
Strange, style is
sitting out front (out front)
My main bitch got a big butt (big butt)
I get the big ass fit for my gun
I'm in the air, pullin' up in Magic City (Magic
the city where nobody sleep
Just tap in and ask where I'm at, ho
Smoking on your top five tonight, tonight
Yeah, I'm smokin' on your, what's her name,
rich I'ma lift you up
Right now I'm struggling for moola moola
I get that lambo I pick you up
When I get that lambo I pick you up
When I get that lambo I
serious
I can't get with a bitch if she delirious Fuckin a city girl, I cash her out, she
Say period My lil' bro be on go, he tryna bury shit
Kel get them
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