Lyrics:
Arms fold by the door I wanna go
Princess cuts in my ear I am cold
Ol' girl hole 'bout to fall out her clothes
If she whisper in my ear I'ma fold
mess with designers I got my own stylist
She pushing a M in Duvel
I'm surrounded by ballers, we hang with the finest
Some rich niggas up in the hills
I
Back when I was a boy tryna get rich
I was bumping Rich Boy "Throw Some D's", tryna throw some dick
She treat the blow job like I'm rich boy, throw
Ran it up so fast, I got my big brother a bag
I ain't trippin' off you pussy niggas, I'ma throw that flag down
Nigga claim he rich and shit, I gotta
on my neck, it's like the stars aligned
I be steady getting rich, you mothafuckas waste time
Wait, I'm sly, on your bitch like a drive by
Steady
If I'm talkin' business, don't get in between
Yadamean
I'ma pimp by blood, he comin' out his jeans
I've been workin' on a lot behind the scenes
I
Just one dollar below 10K, that's the amount I'm flying with
One more buck and the law comes out and they all want to know about why I'm rich
I'm
niggas rich(you heard?)
Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real)
Verse 1:
Ayo we play for keeps, start from day one
Hot we blaze
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be?
You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire?
Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be
I wanna be a fuckin'
Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift
Oxy like concerts, always my bread first
"Get Mine" my nickname, O-X and cocaine
Nina my new
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
provocative
Move provocative
Move
When you hear this beat, ma-ade by timothy
Everybody hands go high (go high)
Can ya move that hi-dee-hi? (Hi-hi)
Can
wiesz, udawane ziomki, które chcą, żebym im coś załatwił i stare ziomki, które myślą, że jestem im coś winien
A prawda jest taka, że)
Kiedyś to byś mi
Big drip big whip big ice big bank
EZZY MONEY
My drip is so hard you can’t stand by me
(big drip)
My whip is so hard you can’t park by me
(skurt)
My
(Bongo By The Way)
Uh, got killers in LA that take your life in a New York minute
Uh, flying across the Atlantic with a bitch from across
fuck me 'cause I'm lit now, ayy
I was just as lit because I'm rich now, ayy
'Cause they know every chance I get
That's for a fact
All these niggas
more than love, this an investment
Sweet little heart of mine, when you fall
I'ma be by your side (I'ma be by)
So know that you'll be fine, live
The winter nights are long and hard
And time goes by so slowly
I wish my true love he was here
And in his arms I'd roll
He'd whisper tender words of love
Love is like a never-ending melody
Poets have compared it to a symphony
A symphony conducted by the lighting of the moon
But our song of love is
nigga, my nigga (YG my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (Rich Homie my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (it's the motherfuckin' world)
Just know I'm down with
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
get pressed
You getting fucked by your contract what the fine print says
Told you once I told you twice, I get the Lamb it's over rice
I whip the Lamb
Copper Helicopter when I'm playing golf (fore)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, hooah, hooah, hooah
Yeah, I got bitches by the catalogue playing leapfrog
Like Martin Luther King, taking one for a dream
I'm dope, too many fiends, live by many means
If you don't stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything
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