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the rain to her favorite flow (yea, yea) Right by my side thru the highs n lows (yea, yea) She said she heard me on radio (yea, yea) We fell in love like
Of which they make is more than 700 million dollars Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion I had no choice or remorse for time for
face at And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax Turned 15 start spitting 16s Of straight crack By 17, 18th
to the Looking at the media they say I got a baby On the way by Nicki I'm Thinking the media crazy Young nigga getting to the money Dreams Worth More Than Money it
nicks By 15, I got a felony by 16 I got my driver’s license start using J’s car to pedal lean College Park that my stompin’ ground Used to trap out
down to my corduroys (La Flame) Got bottles by the cases Pussy by different races I had to get her right That pussy changed my life (straight up) That
she's a ho by nature Takes one to know one fo' sho' I'm a player She ain't really happy 'less she lickin' a dick With a sucker-ass nigga that be trickin'
Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton, the cotton is high Oh, your daddy's rich And your ma, she's good lookin'
Alright boys I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah) I need you vigilant out there (yeah) So keep your head up Watch
Oh, oh, oh (ayy, yo, Nashi, you go crazy) Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your bitch
how he passed This fake gangsta shit be cool to a nigga get on yo' ass Eighty racks up on me now big ol' .40 a extra mag Got rich off Glad bags,
a crook Take money off the books Just as long as I'm liked By a rich man's wife? OK, hold up i can't rap about doing crime But if I actually do crime,
City girls just seem to find out early How to open doors with just a smile A rich old man And she won't have to worry She'll dress up all in lace
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged
-- and I'm one. You come to get rich (damned good reason); You feel like an exile at first; You hate it like hell for a season, And then you are
warm, at the top of the hill Rich are the rooms and the comforts there Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs And you won't know a thing 'till you get
They say Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin' Where I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent
to the rich. He never did a friendly thing. And when his best friend died he was right there by her side And he lifted off her golden wedding ring.
City girls just seem to find out early How to open doors with just a smile A rich old man And she won't have to worry She'll dress up all in lace
They say Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin' Where I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged
a mind of no common order, or he would not dare to teach my dear father to dance a hornpipe on the cabin table. (Sees Ralph.) Ralph Rackstraw! (Overcome by
is the ruler of the Queen's Navee! Sir Joseph. I grew so rich that I was sent By a pocket borough into Parliament. I always voted at my party's call,
by and it caught my eye That ass so super fat, oh my my my Everybody outta her life, he oh so nice You the best thing of all times Best thing
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