Lyrics:
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
That nigga play, we droppin' cash
I've been a nigga, ain't no silly nigga
We'll flush your ass
Cause bitch, I'm really rich
I got a really rich bitch
I happened to walk into a honky tonk one night down in New Orleans
Up above the bar hung a big guitar like none I'd ever seen
The neck was set with
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
Or the bridge bulge it's ok
This guitar has seen our family
Through the tough stuff
Brought us smiles and tears
And big hugs
I guess that's why it stays
By
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
and sons
Play side by side
As time passes by, I, I
On... Guitar Player Drive
On Guitar Player Drive
As the night gets long
Some drift away
The way they say
never got gaffled like that
In fact I stay strapped
When niggas try to jack i caps back
The 9 Millimeter on the punk bitch
They don't want no fuck Rich
'm back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
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
ass
Whole time thats a big ass case with a fucking AR
How far would I get if I'm fucking with CR two
Gps say you won't make it far
Praying I get rich
name
And it’s Joanne
Whispers one, two, three plays guitar
Take my hand, stay Joanne
Heaven’s not ready for you
Girl, where do you think you’re going
niggas listen like Prince in the 80’s man playin guitar
They say I’m crazy a bit of ass hole but nevertheless in the end ima star
Cause I’m over the limit
into a widow and your son into a bastard.
Cause I love to keep M-C's sufferin',
Beggin' for big, heavy bags of bufferin'.
Baseball battin' 'em,
it
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Motherfucker cause the devil is a lie
Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin' big shit
Double cup, gold
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
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
streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they
I got famous and rich, now I'm corporate (uh)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing back, I won't hold you
play (blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd)
We each cop two and then, shit, we play (blrrrd, big blrrrd)
I pop a Perc', I'm up 'bout six blunts
Got rich in
moving mad
Cause she knows she's bad
Cause she knows she's bad
Rich bitch
Yea she is a rich bitch
Big bag
Yea she got a big bag
Rich nigga so I always
Way back in the corner
By my daddy's fire place
There was an old guitar
In a worn out case
He didn't play it often
But he played it mighty fine
Yo, okay, it's Diamond by the way
Niggaa, I'm a big dawg, really hard to see me
Wanna see a star, boy, go purchase a TV
The hoes on my dick, why you
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