Lyrics:
and break the law
Too big to fail, too rich for jail
He can live without so why don't we
After all they're just like you and me
They cast their votes
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer, nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure in
seasoned (Gangsta Grillz)
Chef Boyar-Dram, dawg
Baby, I'm a rich nigga
Diamonds on my wrist glitter
Show you the big picture (yessir)
Hit your bitch
Cash, cold, that's what I need
Big bill collectors they ring my phone
They bother me when I'm not at home
Ain't go no time to be fooling round
Feet
I hear the train a comin', rollin' 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
Stuck at Folsom Prison, time keep draggin'
Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer, nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure in
respect
Big coupe, Jaguar, G-5 jets
Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas
Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas
Money and the power, you gotta have
I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time
feeling a way off the leaf
Rollin rollin
Big cones like Jerry
Big smoke like cherry
Big booty like Berry
Halle yeah
All mask like Carey
Long live like Rocky
rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smokin' big cigars
But I know I had it comin'
I know I can't be free
I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
Down by where
I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and
Time keeps
rich and pretty
I'll get myself the key to the big city
Find a way to make some money
Move into the land of milk and honey
Everything's sweet
[ Don Rich]
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raised him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
the watch face
It came with the freckles
Got a black card to pay
For all the incidentals
And my house so big I hear my whispers echo
Lord rich forever,
there's rich folks eatin',
In a fancy dining car,
They're probably drinkin' coffee,
And smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't
I hear that train a-commin'
It's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison
don't mix
I got bad bitches comin' by the twos like a Twix
Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she
on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
Young nigga, we Rich Gang
Came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin' down
that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yeah)
This that president bush shit (hell yeah)
It's big Gucci, excuse me
(too rich)
That's what they say
Humble beginnings
Rich ass endings
Pockets on swole
Big ass Bengies
Started off losin'
Man it wasn't choosin'
keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone
When I was just a baby my mama told me son
Stay away from drummers
But I shot
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