Lyrics:
You like ridin' around with your big brother, in your uncle's custom van
You want to bleach your hair so bad, but your mama don't understand
,
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
el g, in this old jeep,
Out slangin by the oak tree,
You know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
An everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from
Fatiguin' in the summer heat
While they smoke big cigars
So give me somethin' I can't fake
That rich boys can't manipulate
Somethin' real that they
I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time
them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with
down to New Orleans
You got a nice car
From a rich man
With a gold watch
And a fake tan
Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
Christmas
Shine like a light bulb - rich thug
Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug
McGyver ain't liver than a, Big Tymer
Big dick
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
trapaulin
Mi waan fi rich, mi waan fi rich rich rich
Mi waan fi mi waan fi rich
Mi waan fi rich rich rich again
Mi want a million dollar by a morning
Tired fi
plastic trapaulin
Mi wan fi rich, mi wan fi rich, rich, rich
Mi wan fi, mi wan fi rich, mi wan fi rich, rich,
Rich, again
Mi want a million dollar by
And if you rollin' with a thug
Fiesta
We be off in the club sippin lot
Red eye deep in the club puffin' Lye
Strippers in the back of the club
rappin' 'bout?!
My niggas peeled up, the homeys growin' big
I'm all in the club rollin' twenty crips
You see a G, you better know the deal
You see
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
In the fights they had he'd cover up his ears
Thought big boys don't cry, fight back all the tears
Mamma'd use her makeup to hide the bruises
doin'
You rollin' with some bad niggas, the fuck is you doin' (woo woo)
Stunna Stunna man
I bet 'em five hundred bands
Rich Gang we the Talibans
rappin' 'bout?!
My niggas peeled up, the homeys growin' big
I'm all in the club rollin' twenty crips
You see a G, you better know the deal
You see
with the rich
Say what but they all full of bitch, yeah
Don't need a snitch so I'm rollin' solo
In a straight bucket, no it ain't a low, low
He pulls up
I make big money i make big money
(yeah just what I do, know what I'm sayin'?)
I make big money i make big money
Big Maj in the muthafuckin' house
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
Big drip big whip big ice big bank
EZZY MONEY
My drip is so hard you can’t stand by me
(big drip)
My whip is so hard you can’t park by me
(skurt)
My
Jesus, they love me to pieces
Got up in the game cause I
Was tired of the bleachers
Get rich, repeat it, taste it, I'm delish
Lookin' so good she put me
Get money, big bands, simple bands
Big money, big bands, simple bands
Get money, big bands, simple bands
Big money, big bands, simple bands
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