Lyrics:
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
Birdman, my man
Two words: Rich Gang
YSL Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life aye
Try anyone of us you'll lose your life play
With these big dogs better have
meditation time
Give Thanks for your life and for your breath
Cuz each one is a gift jamaican we born
Right there a were we grow
Thats also we a live
The time
the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich nigga
Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures
(bought it)
A hundred racks to my lawyer (lawyer)
Plug sent a pack and I caught it (caught it)
This life get wack, but I enjoy it (uh)
First felony
I'm that nigga with the hair
Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches
Living life so trill
Last year I did all the politickin'
This year I'ma
(yeah) (dream baby)
Uh, uh, yeah, let's go
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler (yeah)
Get a hard-on when I'm countin' up that
the bitch on a jet, wit' her crew
I let 'em vacation, while cases I'm facin'
I live like barbarian, my life is amazin'
Made and broke bread wit' my nigga,
'cause it's cursed
makin' money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle
ankles up but this lean in this Sprite
Soda got me talking like Yoda
Don't ever live my life sober
Oooh, I love it when they doubt me
Cash right where
Uh- that's right
Reality check
You know what I mean
Street life's eh
Scorpion yeah uh
When I was young
I use to dream of being rich
Have
Wonder if they'll catch me
Or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch
Or make the nigga rich?
Don't wanna commit murder
But damn they got me
got money, ain't got time
Fuck it, just say this shit
You and me
Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I can hear 'em
they walk down the street
Yeah.
He's just a rich old man
He never cared for anyone
He likes to count his possessions
He's been a miser from penny one
He
like third grade
Add it up yo I'm big paid
I fucked up a check on the third day
And got it back by Thursday
Live like this
I live like this
I just live
you only get one chance
You've got to live your life - gotta give your best
You've got to live your life - you better make it count
Instrumental
This train is my life
Speeding through the night
We have been to these places
For barely a moment
Wide awake
Sometimes sleeping
Sometimes watching
is
I'm just a rich motherfucka from the way
If this rappin' bring me money
Then I'm rappin' 'til I'm paid
I'm gettin' green like I'm supposed
Birdman, my man
Two words: Rich Gang
YSL Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life aye
Try anyone of us you'll lose your life play
With these big dogs better have
born broke but I'ma die rich
This on my mama on my kids these boys don't live the way we live
I grew up in the trenches with no money
Now when I pull up
do eat
Play by rules and you might live
And I try to do this shit for the kids
But y'all got different prerogatives
And y'all rot in hell
And I dwell
a couple times
We some bad mammajammas, Mississippi, Alabama
And, I even got some honkeys down in east Louisiana
I really live this life, I don't put on for
and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter
Bout to hit the skins, from this girl named Thelma
Now Thelma had a rep, that was higher than her neck
Every
trying to make me some money!!"
Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze
But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin' by with twenty ki's
Because
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