Lyrics:
getting rich
Then you can't tell me shit
I walk around with 100 million on my wrist
Hoe say she love me
But she gone hold it down
When I'm in your city
I'm
matter what amount's in your account
Being rich, without the grace of God's blessing
Money don't mean shit
My work the best on planet earth so I never
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
Poppin' big shit, nigga
Tell me how the fuck you try to go big on big
Chasing after a nigga, take care of your motherfuckin' kids
Word around town
man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard
This your last chance, to hop up in that big car
With the Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But he
the city is back
Live by the codе, die by the flags
Stop with the chat, all of it's cap
Keep throwin' jabs, I'ma react
I got a girl but you all on my dick
the smoke
And these rappers big me up 'cause they don't need me at their throats
Little pussies, see you brothers plotting on the low
Having little
I'm from the city of the Queen where we all have big dreams
And we got to get out to make it happen
This is for my G's in the hood straight trappin
down, tore the game up nigga
Took your high score down, put my name up nigga
Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga
I did it my way (and
Get money in the day, get rich by night
Me and my gang, we taking flight
Too many sins in the city, but we get around
Leaving all them ops in
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
Took 'em on a movie, called it "Bubble Gut"
Big dawg, we'll hit your gunners up (slatt, dog)
Come in first place, not the runner up
Came from
of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck back
Come to your block in my PJ's
Big dot dot for the briefcase
Bro bought me a watch for my B-day
And my
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
Put the city on the map, no cap, on me
SELA rebels represent, big facts, on me
Bitches really wanna hate, all day, on me
Till they see what it take,
Yeah, you hear that?
That's inevitability
You can't stop this shit, I'm too tapped in
Too loyal
Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your
Christmas on me this year
No, my time isn't free this year
Damn, I thought I'd be rich by now
Fuck it tho at least I found my sound
Look
I'm top tier
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
out of bars
Big 45 might bun out your clart
No safety, that might dun out your dance
Knock on your door like oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just come
of time
Being born
Was your crime
One big eye
Glowing bright
Cities fall
Through the night
Armageddon
End of time
Being born
Was your crime
One big eye
on her ass
It's young Rich Jewish
On the beat, yeah
Fuck your bitch, hey
Yes you know I'm rich yeah
It's young Rich Jewish
On the beat, yeah
Fuck your
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
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