Lyrics:
a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your meat lump, respect Wu (uh-huh, yo)
Ayo I put it on a nigga, shitted on a nigga
Turn a Christian
Punch Buggy sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A single shot make your knees
a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your meat lump, respect Wu (uh-huh, yo)
Ayo I put it on a nigga, shitted on a nigga
Turn a Christian
Nino
Rich Gang
It's official, the whistle blowin', the liquor pourin'
We had our issues and differences, we were sick of warring
City nigga,
ass
Trick biatch, biatch
I said biatch (biatch), what are you smokin'?
A big fat dick comin' from East Oakland
There must be some kind
Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man
Like a damn rapper
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
In '09,
diamonds, I fuck with her Gotti then
I need to buy me a brand new big body Benz
Ain't comin' in if they ain't let them shottas in
FN in my shirt, I
and tuxedos
Eating sheppard bed meals, cashing big burritos
Big dinero, rich money don't sleep
I got to have it every day of the week
Rich Bitch Problems, I
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine (what?)
Yeah, look, huh, nigga, this is my shit
When you see me, I'm the one
Comin' out the gutter, born in the slums
Got your bitch on her knees, gimme gums
Always kept it real, lost a lot of day
ain't about stunting, but I'm a rich nigga
Rich on the inside , yeah that's a big bigger
I would've sit with you, but this the cool table
Oh yeah your
city every state do it big make no mistake
you stand in line we VIP therefore homie we never wait.
You light as a feather we heavy weight
you thirsty
menopause
And still young-minded
I'm the player with the big drawers
And an itty bitty kitty in the city
Oh what a pity now it's time for me to
Get
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Lil' momma, tell daddy whatcha want, I got you
I'mma get a big ball of grape goose
You can get loose, shake that ass fo' me
Can ya survive all? How
Arrh-arrh-arrh-arhh
I don't think they ready for this
Wild cats
Boom boom
This how you make a song nigga
Meth Lab, second season
Ay, ay
Key to my city, my G is
Lights camera action ain't surprised by this lifestyle
Been dreaming for a minute can't get lost up in this lifestyle
Rich nigga I ain't no rich nigga
But
your phone call
I see your face every time
I see your lil' boy
Life pleasant, death peaceful, transition
That's the trouble some comin'
Where I'm comin
old with a big round butt
Had a girl slick like olive oil
Her father was rich and the girl was spoiled
When she got mad he blood would boil
But I
to piss
Watchin you homo niggas pop that Crys
Drop by me hangin out that rich
See if a nigga don't chop it off
Y'all niggas talk too much shit
Y'all need
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
business, big bills, and big choppers
Cherry red Challenger
Lookin' like a lobster
All black D's on it, hoes holla
Sliding through your area
Why is they
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
Pops on itch itch itch
I'ma get rich rich rich
Money I get get get
I keep a sick sick sick
I flow brick brick brick
Big money schlech the bitch bitch
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