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Small level Big level
More money turned up
the lamb back me and my mom rose
Street love made me Gunned up
Hood rich big cars home's cool
Homie's are
the famous
Son, you can have it (I'd rather be rich)
Fuck-nigga I walk in the club with my Ruger
All flood with ice on my Medusa
These niggas be duckin'
State
Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me
deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
yaydle-diddle-daidle-daidle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle
Rich Gang, no barkin' (no barkin')
All that fake playin', you talkin' (talkin')
We all about this money gang, you fuck around, we chalkin' (chalkin')
or the Vicodin
Take this shit just like your lunch
I'd take this shit over your fake love
Yeah, I'd take this shit
Ain't take yo lil chain boy you fake as shit
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo' threw up at
Flip coke blew up at
Where them fake thugs got they vests chewed up at
Brooklyn, beef who want
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
I j wanna ride with a lil bad bih
Smoke on a big fat splif
Young nigga trynna get rich
Baby do you wanna see me drift
Ion wanna go sideways
Ion wanna
gotta keep it on me
Big boss, staying by my lonely
Yeah, yeah
"Lifestyle of the Rich" but I ain't "Famous"
Getting to that cookie like my first name
my face you see that hard shit
'Cause I done been to hell and back, I ain't rich selling crack
I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him with a shell up in
my face you see that hard shit
'Cause I done been to hell and back, I ain't rich selling crack
I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him with a shell up in
I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi' before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
Cause if
I'd rather have a Benz so that's why I trap by my lonely
Got to bad bitch, she a bust down, plus I always rock me a bust down Rollie
I don't believe
I'd question God
Like "father wetin I de miss?"
Walking around with the devil
Weighing both shoulders
Just a young boy
Who's tryna make it when he's
big but I'm not rich (Not rich)
I know hella niggas in my circle that are toxic (Toxic)
I drink my problems away like alcoholics
Hello (Hello), hey how
it at your dome
Momma crying cause her baby never came home
I'mma get rich, I'mma never go broke, uh
I'mma never go broke, pulled a bad hoe cause you
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Only fuckin with you if you stayed down
So don't hug me bitch and bro don't put yo hand out
I don't blend in with the fake I'd rather stand out
No time
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Big dolphin again, Hmm
(Id cleff on the beat)
I was down broke on my
Last
(Down broke on my last)
I ain't got no
sure I'm blessed up
So I'll never act like that
Jorgen rich that's big facts
Gon' be rich that's big facts
Yeah ahead of my time
Don't get me you're
,
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
,
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
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