Lyrics:
did with it, you know?
Jumped, twelve-years-old, off the porch, on the asphalt
Big risk, big reward, just avoid gettin' your ass caught
Re-up
You left me for the bright lights of the town
A country boy set out to see the world
Remember when those city lights shine down
That big old moon
down, tore the game up nigga
Took your high score down, put my name up nigga
Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga
I did it my way (and
Took 'em on a movie, called it "Bubble Gut"
Big dawg, we'll hit your gunners up (slatt, dog)
Come in first place, not the runner up
Came from
what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
We
a thousand songs that made you move your ass
And for the last 300 months
I made 16 albums with me on the front and they bump
Where you get your beats?
I
Bands in the bag, I can dance for you
Turnin' your back and dance for me
There ain't nothing I can't do for you
Bad gyal, bad gyal
Movin' your
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
I wanna buy your
the city where nobody sleep
Just tap in and ask where I'm at, ho
Smoking on your top five tonight, tonight
Yeah, I'm smokin' on your, what's her name,
game tight, ain't got your swag up
Shame on them
Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big
Nigga, go to the gym
For the love of my clique, we up in
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
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
[Chorus]
Young nigga, we Rich Gang
Came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin' down Biscayne
Black Double-R with your bitch, mane
With that top off
push a button
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga, I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink,
The old maid's a waitin' for leap year to come the crooner's just waitin' to sing
The old cow's standin' by the Bull Durham sign
Just waitin' for
Wells Fargo where I'm banking, nigga
Heard your album sales tankin', nigga
My bros down the road shank you, nigga
Strike like a match, knock him out
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (let's go, let's go)
Finally got on your shit, you graduated, you got
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