Lyrics:
of the out- outbound train
The rich folks they own the big city
And they down us for living the way we do
But when you're born the child of a poor man
You
old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat
And he found little Muley and Muley said
They've been tractored out by the cats
They've been tractored out by
Pop Out Lyrics
Hook
Might just pop out with my wrist
Might just pop out with your bitch
By what she want and shit
Trap Nigga I’m rich
Diamonds
{Opening)
Static X7
They don"t want no static x4
Pop My Shit x4
They don't want no static x4
Big flame Big flame Big flame Big flame Get it x2
and my pain
Spend some racks on rich brands
I came straight from France
My life so dope
You know this boy is rich
My dad have no more hope
Just feel
of it, bitch
When I get rich I’m killing Jeff Bezos
Rich off the music or the kilos? Who knows
SlavWorld, Raised By Internet type shit, you know what
on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Pull up on that
well respected he a big thug
I am the whole thang they
Steady be talkin he rich
Its only a few and he think that he it
He be shaking his head just like
The way things are going we need a quick fix, baby
I don't mind you being a rich bitch, babe
If I were a real big baddy, sugardaddy, I'd be good to you
**** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich **** ****
See, didn't
That's real s***, let's get this money real quick
Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this but I'd rather feel rich
I mean filthy rich, I'm corporate now
Big Meth,
Pockets like a wide ho, I'm gon' need some lipo'
All these trends keep gettin' me rich
How many times has a nigga done this?
They eyes get big, see me in
And the land was filled with fear
There was hatred, there was envy
In between the rich and poor
Oh the water's rising
How will we get to the other shore?
Many
Andretti
Long as I get my money worth, you know big Gucci petty (Gucci)
Car, no rent, I paid it for you
Rich neck decorated for you
You was late 7
this, we stickin' him too
JFK on our way to LA
Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbre
My crew do it the Mobb way, every day
Crime pay, who wanna
compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas (beep, yeah)
Niggas spendin' paper on these bitches like it's competition
'Fore I was a rich
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age
the field
Was doing big things
Big hammers, big work, and had a big team
It was popping round the time
We had it in green yeah we was dirty
Narcs tryna sweep
Ready Gov? Yeah
Don't let them niggas gaffle you aight
Hehe, run that shit
Yeah bitches, things to get worse
So meet 2Pac and Rich, each to go worse
they threw on my name
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may
But
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
no, I can't come out
Serve by my grandma with no conscience (yeah)
Ayy, I'm a prince, I'm with the function (yeah, rich, homes)
To keep it real, I
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