Lyrics:
Make the block rock
Just by my drop top
Give me my crown
I deserve it
Did anything worth it
Crown snatching
Oops
I did it on purpose
Big mad
Or lol mad
to the death in me
Baking soul and ice was the recipe
Big boy in the big toy plane watch connecting with the connect
Soon as the fame stop
Some said that I
a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big
Drop to coupes new foreign whips big drip
Just left the casino I'm stacking up chips big drip
Big drip big drip car on my wrist
Big drip big drip
I can tell by that silly ass chain it been slow
Chorus:
Wit a big bag, big bag
Got me all in my big bag, big bag
Saks top shelf big bag, big bag
Got
the day for Billy, take the OC by surprise
He'll make you do the Macarena as you rock your Tamagachi
With your Newton down in Woodstock playing Sega
Don't ask me what I'm doing
Pretty and rich that's on the agenda
Pretty and rich that's on the agenda
Kicking my feet up
Rolling some big blunts
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
show 'em all
Thicc girls, big cars
My Bentley truck is really big
Yeah I'm so rich, so rich so rich
Y'all can suck my dick
Playin' Halo on my
back to god cause he kept me alive
Kept me alive
Big up all the people who stood by my side
Stood by my side
And to all of my fans who respected my vibe
How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch?
You gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
Man, I
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
in utopia, babe
Not optimistic, little bit spicy and mystic
Don't like the way you're expressing, big bitch
Benefits package, I killed the king
Let me
cave bitch
Ease back white bitch I don't play that
Just because I got on my L.A. hat
Stalkin' walking in my big black boots
Is my jingle, now
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
,
Daidle deedle daidle daidle 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
know you barely getting by
You ain't fly
Ya lyin' bout that dough you say you getting'
You ain't fly
In you monkey suits, swearin' that you pimpin'
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
I got famous and rich, now I'm corporate (uh)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing back, I won't hold you
Boss bitches never bitter (never)
My only competition when I'm lookin' in the mirror (on God)
Rich nigga, big tipper, he a real spender (cash)
Big
it's a hit stick (ayy)
I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (ayy)
I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)
Too rich to go
in the dark
Never perfect but you know a nigga hard
A rich nigga that'll pull up to the park
Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars
cares who makes the laws
When you get hit by that arrow
Wall street is the place to go
Get on down with an IPO
We're going to the land of rich and plenty
back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
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