Lyrics:
stones, gotta be prepared
Sittin' 'round dreamin' how you 'bout to be a player
The years and the time fly, you ain't even workin'
Went by overnight you
Yeah
Yeah
They say they need answers ('bout what?)
Well, I got big facts (big facts, big facts)
You went about it the wrong way so we can't fix
you drinkin' in this VIP
What you fuckin' in this whip?
Bonnie always with the shits
Clyde never had to dip
If you want it, grab it, don't ask what it
a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I'm
, (Geez)
Typa nigga dying rich,
Typa nigga dying rich, (Okay)
Typa nigga dying ...
(Typa nigga dying)
Typa nigga dying ...
(Typa nigga dying)
(You're dossing
[Chorus]
In the club drinkin' with all my homies
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me
It ain't
me picture me life
Zinc fence and board house far me a come from now me av big benz a drive
Rich inna life me ago rich inna life
Me know d journey nah
die broke bitch you barely living
I got them stars and stripes he call me miss independent
Now on to the next nigga
He know I'm a menace
Rich bitch
bitch-ass
Fuck nigga (see)
Ooh, ha
Takeoff, nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas? Man
You know I'm talking 'bout
Real diamonds
Nigga, I'm riding 'round
shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car
(uh-uh)
Nah, don't switch (never), Dolph, you the shit (thank you)
I was drinkin' lean back when Puff was drinkin' Cris' (raw)
Jumped in this rap shit
but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might
follow by –
I'm young, fly dumb high
And a nigga 'bout mine
You know what's on my mind
And why I'm always on the grind
Cuz I'm 'bout mine cuz I'm 'bout
'd rather be dead
In the room was a terrible silence
As the big one stepped out on the floor
All drinkin' stopped and the tick of the clock
Said death
weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready
with my niggas
By myself, drinkin' liquor, to my death
I'm gettin' bigger, nigga
You can't, you can't fuck with us
I thought I told you motherfuckers
The girls like to do the Samba
A shimmy to break'em down
The guys like to do the Mambo
It makes them too big and strong
But if you can't get
And I go by E-Way, not G-Way Please do not mistake, this for rylo
And if you come this way, trippin' You better know that you gon' catch a hollow
nigga Porky,
And as I take you down my memory lane
I'm reminiscin bout my ghetto dayz
Let em know
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
(Yeah), whoa (yeah), whoa (yeah), whoa
(Let the BandPlay) (yeah), whoa (yeah)
Huh (huh)
Ayy (oh, you love this bitch with all your heart, huh?
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
I can't control myself after I've been drinkin' (I can't)
I get so stubborn when you make me feel like I've been trippin' (yeah, I do)
I know that
and there ain't no stoppin' 'em,
Ain't that a bitch,
When you got to steal from the poor,
And give to the rich
Ain't that a bitch,
When you got to steal
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