Lyrics:
to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)
(radio killer)
Its not a dream baby
(radio killer killer killer)
Or is it a dream
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
job 'n' be real rich
(Get a good
Get a good
Get a good
Get a good job)
Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people I
Big stepper whoo
Big fish aye
Money in my pocket
I feel big rich aye
Shot caller
Big Bank
Top shotter
Ouchie Wally Wally Bang bang
Top dollar
a couple hundo
Big mansion with a double front do'
Pretty young thang in a new condo
Pray to God, stay rich, stay humble
I got big bank casing
on the Benz (speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints (hoo)
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho (Ocean, yeah)
Top down, she
love rich, cause I'm hood rich
Your girl call me GD I got that good dick
Fucked up, coupe big, polo stupid
Brown shirt, brown man, same color roof in
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
(Ooh, y'all look good)
(Oh my God, y'all look good)
(Ooh, adjust your crown)
(Ooh, adjust your crown, adjust your crown)
Big booty girls (ooh,
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
to blow
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta' context
Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
(woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' Spider like that
Nigga rich as fuck, I
a long limousine
Rolls by shining pretty
'Bout the same time I'm being kissed goodbye
By the woman I've held all night
Who knows if the rich man's lady
Oh, New York is changing.
Wherever you look,
Big tall buildings by Tishman
Tishman, ahh...
If I were a Tishman,
Yum di diddle didle doody
Yeah, yeah, ha
It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio
(Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me
right now
I got some money in my pocket
And I won't need a ride, yeah
I got a big Jag car and a baby by my side, yeah
Well, I'm a little hot
what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
We
me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own
now
I got some money in my pocket
And I won't need a ride, yeah
I got a big Jag car and a baby by my side, yeah
[Chorus]
Well, I'm a little hot
on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don't drown
Mac n'
workin
Boy say he lookin for me
I don't see the bitch
I ride 1D, never sleep, gettin rich
Fat, short, tall, giant, you can get it
Nigga talk big, fuck
thumb tryin'
To make it to El Paso
Cause tonight I play at the cabarete they
Done told it on the radio
To a country singer it's a lonesome road
With time
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