Lyrics:
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
Watch
Young fly niggas
All across the world
Across the nation
That's who we are
That's what we came to do
Young fly niggas
Your welcome
In my city
We stop
know who's really boss
Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss
If I don't get my way, you're history
To you, I'm a mystery, you never
Fuck real G's, with big nuts who flip keys on highways
Player made niggas, man who flip hoes off Myspace
Luxury in driveways let your roof back nigga
Big city boys and stuck up super models,
We don't care where ya from, as long as you polite,
'Cause push come to shove and every one of us will
for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with
the syndicate
Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we're nigga rich
I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me
Look at all the shit I be talking and no
over, rubber spinnin'
Big swig, toss another beer can
Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight
Every John is just the same
I’m sick of their
City
on your plate
Oh oh
Big trucks(Ya)
Big trucks(Yee haw)
Big trucks(Yee haw)
Drink beer(Busch light)
Drink beer(Bud light)
Drink beer(Busch light)
Oh oh oh oh
Live it up till your heart
Gets so afraid of the dark
Have a lot of upcoming competition
They gonna make me file up a damn petition
Everybody
Bitch I'm tryna get it like I'm Young Jeezy
Trinidad James if you don't believe me
Bet my album sell still ain't on ya Tv
Momma say she love me hoes
Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze
That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues
To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels
Entrepreneurs,
our small talk
We dressed like big boss
We rich like Rick Ross
The water we drinking Voss, and
Y'all motherfuckers Dasani, all you
Saying is sorry
beats washing dishes
What a fine life
Carrying the banner home-free all
Hey, Crutchie, what's your leg say, gonna rain?
Uh, no rain
Ho ho, partly
your rhymes sound like they
Was written by Clear Channel i used to
Drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows
Now every city knows the same song
It's just
In my dreams
All that shit be haunting in my dreams
In my dreams
Big double tray
Cheddar-style with a shake
How I mix that shit up
Making money when
toss your shit now
It's more haters on my list now, probably cause I'm rich, huh
He got Lamborghini trucks pullin' up, and that just from Bitcoin
Paid
Knowing I gotta dream I can't
Sleep till I chase this correta
By any means nigga
A nigga really just stat padding for real
The album already really done so
look over your shoulder
She know I'm rich, she can tell by how I showed up
She know I'm rich, she can tell by how I pulled up
She know I'm rich, she can
Big money
Big booty bitches dancing on a nigga
Damn brody I'm styling on you
Fly as hell, she high as well and I can tell
This is her first time out
sir! [x5]
Yeah! Welcome to the album!
Get Big!
Haaaaa!
(boom, bitch)
Bitch, quit runnin', nigga, flip somethin' (ha)
I know your soft ass ain't did nothin' (oh)
I'm hittin' these hoes by the four (thot)
On North Claiborne
They had big oak trees
(Gentrifying the city)
In the black neighborhood
That's where the
Indians meet
(Gentrifying the city)
They tore it
it's not like the future depends on it
But save the animals in the zoo 'cause the chimpanzee them make big money
This is how the media pillages, on TV
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