Lyrics:
for the blessing with Holy water
They like the same old wealth in the same old hands
Means the same old people stay old people stay in command
Watch
money stack
He knew it was cap, ain’t rich cause of rap
My diamonds are water, it came out the tap
Been rich, that’s a fact, keep a stick, I can’t lack
world
And make you wish for the next night
I got what you're waiting for
[Naughty By Nature]
Now here we go
I say I kick looking all rich
Like
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
might make them undress
Oh fo' sure, Solo hoe, minus E and add the three
Three eyes to the third, murdered in the thirty-three
Holy shit, who is this?
know time flies
In the holy water your body paralyzed
boy!"
God had called me and then stopped by
And he told me you're gonna die
Unless you buy my holy water
Check, cash, or a money order
This is true,
Tokyo, dipping in the rice
I'm a boss at the wind, I cracked every colored dice
I do it big, *** the rumors
Rich and infamous with the blue and gray Pumas
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
on the edge of a razor
Remember that
Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak
My mino's
sittin' low
Slidin' by in that big body, curtains all in my window
This fame hurt, but this chain worse
I think back you asked the same person
If this
need two sprites
That water so dirty
That water so yea, yea
That water so dirty
That water so,
I'm talking all that rich talk, that rich talk
You talking
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 would
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
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
Rich gang, YSL 2 on deck
I swear to God I'mma ride and die for my niggas till I'm dead
Skeeted off in a Bentley, getting trailed by a drophead
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 would
at
I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates
Their regression is evident they own
What I been off
Fuck it since it's the samaritan's I sold
I'ma
Fast cars (Fast cars)
Rich sex (Rich sex)
Big bank (Big bank)
What's nexts?
Diamonds come in sets
Blinging from around my neck
I like pink Moscato
you feel this)
Feel this
Can you feel this?
Can you, can you feel this?
Riding by windows shakin' while I'm passin' by
Gotta big screen TV in
,
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
of hard to sleep when your thoughts is in the streets
North north is the side where my family stay
Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait
Until the money coming
Hello, little poor boy Jesus
Can two us windy night
Follow beggar with no shelter
I will be by your side
The widow and the rich man see Him
HaYashan Yitchadesh
Music and English Lyrics by Beth Schafer Novermber, 2017
Hebrew text by Rabbi Abraham Isaac Kook
Beth Schafer: acoustic
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