Lyrics:
and get rich
Bitch I'm so god damn motherfuckin cool
See me and you drool like you're nothin but a fool
Ridin down the strip with B-Legit and Big Ant
till the day I get rich
I mean we want it already and we just stepped on the pitch
South african broke boy till the day I get rich
By the time
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
And yes I'll be drinking whatever you're thinking, the radio's on
And yes I call shotgun because in the long run I need some time off
Cause sunny days are
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
the hands of time
She's got long blonde hair and deep big eyes
I got all I ever need when at girl is by my side
Everything I love is there inside
Tryna go clear in a few years bro
I ain't tryna get rich when I'm forty
Tryna get whips with a big engine, want a car that fast and sporty
Psycho
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
jail, paid his bail and got him bussed up
Villa by the water, barber givin' me a touch-up
With the hand I'ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
Big
(You are now tuned in to 9lives radio)
(9lives exclusive)
Yeah, I'm havin' all types of this shit
I'm havin' a lot of it
God, bless me
kiddin' baby?
I'm out here livin', what is you doin', baby-by?
Big, big, energy, feelin' gassed up
Ghost ride on you if you switch up
Monster rollin',
[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
Sunset
And watch all the jailbait roll by
Yeah it's dynamite on Friday night
Under the big city lights
It's all right, all right
Yeah yeah, it's
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
Tighten up, tighten up
Tighten up (fye), tighten up (fye)
Why would I switch sides?
I knew this side would end up the rich side
Original Big 9
Now
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
worried by the wedding ring
That's a fact cause I'm tryna be rich
Cause I'm just tryna be rich with a couple estates
House up in the hills and a house
get rich
Can't fall for no hoe
Trust no bitch
I'm just trynna get rich
You don't know me
No he ain't the homie
Slide through by my lonely
Big hits like
(I know I'll be okay, I know I'll be okay)
One day I'll get radio play
And you'll be by my side hope you never leave me
I got big dreams big dreams
Big
with a playa
I keep 10 toes down 10 10 toes down hustle all day and night I got rich nigga dreams I get it by any means time to get rich or I’ll die
Carbon monoxide
Making me choke
No A.C.
And the radio's broke
Cars backed up
Far as you can see
Seems like I've been waiting here for all
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