Lyrics:
used to be broke on my own tho
But I stood ten toes on my own though
Rich dialogue text with my bro though
Fuck niggas but we live by our own code
Big
House so big I get lost up in the closet
At the bank making deposits
You got guns but never pop it!
Born broke,but ima die rich
House so big I get
Black like I'm racist (can't say that)
Rich, I got patience
Sprint, I didn't chase it
Really havin' cash but I act like I'm basic
Livin' in my past, I
If i was rich
I wouldnt stop smokin pack by the zip
Id only fuck on the baddest bitches
I could go broke n still drip bitch
If i was rich
Ridin
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
Ayy, Jeffery
Rich Gang or don't bang, know what I'm sayin'?
Goddamn, money gettin' type of shit
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, I promise I won't ever switch up
(speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew'd out
On the back seat
me picture me life
Zinc fence and board house far me a come from now me av big benz a drive
Rich inna life me ago rich inna life
Me know d journey nah
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
born a big stepper
Money be the motive all I got is green vision
Destined for billboards radio and television
Kid like a buGatti eight banger how I'm
had a cousin man
He was big in cocaine
So all them rich kids
To me they were slave
Cause the money wouldn't be
If my cousin never gave
Official picking
big but I'm not rich (Not rich)
I know hella niggas in my circle that are toxic (Toxic)
I drink my problems away like alcoholics
Hello (Hello), hey how
Pop Out Lyrics
Hook
Might just pop out with my wrist
Might just pop out with your bitch
By what she want and shit
Trap Nigga I’m rich
Diamonds
by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I'm dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin', but the bad
I'm a rich side nigga and she know that
Got a couple pounds of za in the coach bag
If the little bitch bad imma stroke that
If she ain't with
Big Latto (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss
nice unless you wanna get slapped
They still sleeping on me it’s gon be a cat nap
They gon wake up to me on TV and the radio and selling out shows
Big
Every day I get a brand new show
Off TV record and radio
I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
'Cause I got the affirmative
C30 C60 C90 Go
Every day I get a brand new show
Off TV record and radio
I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
Cause I got the affirmative
C30 C60 C90 Go
Every day I get a brand new show
Off TV record and radio
I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
'Cause I got the affirmative
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60
(ah)
We got big jewels (big jewels), big cars (big cars)
Big watch on a pair of bapesta's (bapesta)
Ice cream with an astronaut
You don't
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy
And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh, I can't
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
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