Lyrics:
Imagine you would be goddam rich
And I mean so really rockin' rich
You'd own your own football team
Publisher of a big magazine
And if you think,
You are now tuned in to the Darko Radio Show
Blow 101 of my first hundred racks
(Let's go)
Money coming money going
Ain't no need to get attached
Biggie in his prime
Motivating a generation with every single rhyme
I don't come from a rich family but I'm sure I'll make big bag in a sec like the likes
I wish them well
We gettin rich as hell
We got the bag and that bitch can tell
Fucking with me will change your life of how you're living well
How
Every time that you watch the telly or listen to the radio
You hear about how people need to tighten up their belts
How food prices or alcohol prices
watched
I got rich nigga problems
I hope it never stop
10k for the fit
20 for the watch
50 for the chain
Split a M wit my gang
Bitch I'm out the way
weekdays
From dusk til dawn
We just sing a long
Might feel it tomorrow
But we'll stay strong
Til the big bright sun
Comes again tomorrow
Camping by the lake
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
(Band) uh
Uh (Let the band play)
Yeah, yeah
I don't care how it get done
Just get that shit done (Okay)
Dior with some retros
Luggage by Louis
I said, "nah, I'll put on the radio though"
(I might let you go)
Lay back on my back (uh), vibrate
My ex on some BS
She walked out the closet
get a good job and be real rich
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job)
Women's liberation
Came creepin' all across the nation
I tell
get a good job and be real rich
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job)
Women's liberation
Came creepin' all across the nation
I tell
find a job
So they said farewell and stole a small town car.
As they were riding by the beach some summer night
The radio shouted out one of those
job 'n' be real rich
(Get a good
Get a good
Get a good
Get a good job)
Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people I
Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll tell you
at me sideways?
"Sing to her"
I said, "Nah, I'll put on the radio though"
I might let you go
Lay back on my back (uh), vibrate
My ex on some BS
got the time to smoke this, hold this
Yo G, roll by in a blacked out TT, Megaman carry two gats easy
Seeing stars, and a mister wanna jack me
Jack me
Kids like what they can't buy
Frou Frou and a suit and tie
Breathe in, let the freaks and the worms walk by
Sid likes what he can't buy
Power
on the clock and this is all official business
I been on the radio and shit has got ridiculous
Got me in the mood to cause some motherfucking mischief
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
Look at the cars as they roll by
Benz, Ferraris, trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs
alarm
(Damn)
The fireplace outer space with Orion's Belt
(What?)
Big jewels on myself with the tiger smell
(Huh?)
Straight out the jungle, stingray kiss
Hear that song on the radio
The one stuck in your head
It's designed to seize your mind
You'll sing it till you're dead
It isn't by your favorite
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