Lyrics:
Only a tramp was Lazarus that day,
He who lay down by the rich man's gate.
Well, he begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they
a living
Barely getting by, it's all taking and no giving
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let
(Grady and Hazel Cole)
Only a tramp was Lazarus that day,
He lay down by the rich man's gate.
He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat
But
callin' nonstop 'cause he don't wanna miss this
I said, "Don't panic, keep the faith, nigga, Big's bitch"
(Real rich nigga sex)
If you know your pussy
to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
Come, every soul by sin oppressed
There's mercy with the Lord
And He will surely give you rest
By trusting in His Word
Only trust Him, only
snakes one bit
What do you know he's swallowed my toe oh gee he's up to my knee
Oh my he's up to my thigh oh yummy he's up to my tummy
Oh fiddle he's up
rich?)
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken
(Has he taken)
Any time
(Any time to show)
To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what?
one
Nervous Assistant
Too much action right by me
Like Buddy Rich try me
Need a brain that's stress resistant
Or else I'll be the Nervous
daddy?)
(He rich?) Is he rich like me?
Has he taken (has he taken)
Any time (any time)
(To show) To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me
on his shirt back to Mary he did run
She sighed "Billy, oh Billy, what have you done?"
He ran to his ma's trailer but the lights were dim
He pounded
(no)
I mount the Dawn up, it's lookin' like a Raptor (damn)
You a hater, you are not a factor (you)
Big diamond choker on my neck, I got asthma (ooh)
I drop it like it's hot on the pole
On the pole
Shining in the club, neon gold, neon gold
They call me "Firecracker" and
Alcohol's a factor
I drop it
where my rubber band mans
He's a banker by nature
He'll call and slick of the debt that you owe and thank ya
He'll switch the toys out never
to the floor, ooh
I'm already rich, but I feel like I'm broke (uh)
Nigga, you know
If I go broke, I'ma cop me a O
Yeah, buyin' my uncle a stove
Whippin,'
respect that
So me I'm where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like,
So me I'm where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like, twenty
My father is a rich man
He wears a rich man's cloak
Gave me the keys to his kingdom coming
Gave me a cup of gold
He said I have many mansions
sleepin' with his bitch, ayy
With thirty thousand on the wrist
You can do it too, this shit happened to me
And all my blood brothers
Man we live by a creed
a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of you love
And I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord
by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
Half a million to my lawyer 'cause he undefeated
gambler, looks like you ain't really very lucky
Seems to me a gambler looses much more than he wins
So you think about it
Kentucky gambler
that they stole
Oh Robert
Oh Robert
Robert, oh Robert if you only knew
The same blood is flowing in both me and you
That rich boy's your father,
back, man
Hit me right back, man, write back
Hit me right back, man, write back
Hit me right back, man, write back
I hope u get this kite, write back,
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