Lyrics:
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious
As I leave my
the room is quiet again
Ocean says the song "feels like a Rubik's
Cube melodically you want something
Emotionally rich on that
You know what I'm saying? But
so I gotta get rich remember getting rob, so I keep my stick
FN, big bullets, bro he better not trip, extra clip on my hip if a nigga bought friends
shooting stars
Make a wish I make a wish
Am rich am rich am rich
You never catch a nigga broke if he standing by me
See a million dollar ride you know that's
need)
Is Remy and weed (Remy and weed)
Somebody not afraid (don't be scared)
To co-sign for my Escalade (oh, no)
I'm just pimping
Baby, you got
bitch you think you loving she about to turn her back,
She been giving info to the opps cause her brother with that, (Her big brother)
Now you making
at somebody because i done
Came up from the mud so you know I'm dreaming big
She'll never take my shine she can never stop my will
I came up from the mud so
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
never stop loving you
I can do a lot fo things
But let me tell you girl
I can't make it by myself in this great big world
The price I pay for loving
Sell more than they sell, I feel you
Ay yo Capo act up, do what you do homie, go 'head homie
I'm waitin' in the wings for somebody to act stupid, I'm
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
like break pads
Cause if you run the light
They just might stop you niggas
Rodney King on the dome, just things that I'm On
I'm on this one way
you gotta go through it
It doesn't matter baby
Loving you's a dirty job
But somebody's gotta do it
There were times when we'd never fake it
There
you gotta go through it
It doesn't matter baby
Loving you's a dirty job
But somebody's gotta do it
There were times when we'd never fake it
There
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type never exchange numbers
Want
sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll
I'm not just a big boy
I'm a very big boy
I'm a very rich boy
Ehy my God you don lift me high ohhhhh
Ehhhhhhhh
From nobody
God you make me me
something
That's sweet to you, ooh
It's hard to stop doing something
That's good to you
I love a man
Who never stays at home, no
He's always out
something
That's sweet to you, ooh
It's hard to stop doing something
That's good to you
I love a man
Who never stays at home, no
He's always out
on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to living big dog style and straight coasting
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk
each other better for somebody else
I guess we made each other better for somebody else
You said you'll never give your body to nobody else
You said you
You know Lil Ced, that's my nigga, I made him a millionaire
Fuck it, we all rich
I ain't tryna have babies right now, so we fuck with a rubber
But
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