Lyrics:
with me (Big 4-5)
They doubted me bad and I
Made 'em eat they apologies (Ha ha ha)
Just make sure you tell 'em I'm
Rich when you acknowledge me
(Tell 'em
Griselda
Yeah, nigga
By fashion rebels
We take the blicks when we go to Quad, nigga
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
We ain't fuckin' with
can't pronounce
I'm only relevant
When it's convenient to you
(Like when he broke your heart, girl)
I like it when you come by
Sit in the kitchen
Talking
(what?)
Never gave a fuck, yeah, that's how I got rich (ayy)
Thirty round clip, make 'em do a backflip (yeah, yeah)
Get interrogated, I bet he gon'
stem
I'm running my town you know that's him
I'm big fish you boy lil shrimp
Lil nigga don't play with him
That draco that 40 it stay by him
No I'm not
money tips or some shit that'll save yo life
Niggas starving as jit from the times i wasn't rich
Had me and big sis bread water out the fridge
Ain't threw
this shit
Imma get rich imma die trying the don't never see the risk
Ain't put my trust in no bitch cause they don't never see the risk
I be noid on that
velvet jacket, Willy Wonka
Boy he hot
But I haven't sweat in centuries
D'usse shots, blood pumping' John Kennedy
Boy he hot
Big bag don't be mad at me
Kid
First song back there like where a nigga been at
Gettin' money slowly but it's growin', that's a big fact
Young shiner turnt, always wonder where my
fulla ice
No bother try style
Dem will tek weh you life
Yea di vibes alright
Alright
She wanna role pon di big bike
Big bike
Big car when we drive by
I go by the name of G-Fly like this, yeah
Look, big bag, got em pressured up Fatwood, two styrofoam cups
Bad bitch, she wanna fuck it up All the rich
the dope by the train
We flying high in the plane
Style like majesty call that shit imperial
Designer jacket expensive material
My check got big numbers I
wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sipping saki
I'ma roll like Gotti
Boy, why you
a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big
functions
Radio channel change
Look at all the shit I encountered
I got big plays instead of announcements
So hot that Arizona is pissed off ya lungs in
My baby I know how e start
Forever I go dey by your side oh
Amaka garu
Oya chop my money oh
I no go do you jukpa o
You dey turn my radio oh
I say
quenched by your life giving water
Such saving grace, big Bro I flaunt ya
By you the Pop sees a son or a daughter
I wanna bring more to our family
Oh Lord
By making tracks
No Halifax
UK government paying tax
Look at my fake racks
Immma a big man
Small package but big hand
Got big bands
Like a rich man
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
night
And they call this the great midwest
Where livin' is just gettin' by
And people trade in their happiness
For a smokestack, a big money deal in
a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
The sky plane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that
by the pound (smoke by the pound)
He saw my face, all he heard was a "bow!" (Bow!)
I beat the pussy, I slam that shit down (beat it up)
I can't see
Enemies tinye aru fu doings dem go fly fence
Even your boss for this side e dey try bend
Big Car Rich gang big drip big flex
Boss no dey tire for men
Maybe this world is not a place for soft hearts and big dreamers
Dreams get brushed away like trash by street sweepers
Love is just a word that
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