Lyrics:
you just a rat
Tryna ride my wave
I'm big big shark you a little bitty nat
Big big big facts
They ain't ever lend no help
Tryna get rich
Just tryna
for me
I can't fake my energy people be to fake for me
Taught to keep it real no matter what this shit engraved in me
And I was blinded by my pain we
back
Or just a parasite crawlin
Is the rich kid really better off?
Standards pampered by the mom and pop
Got em all goin all soft
With thoughts
On the low, I'm stoked
Stoked that I'd never be broke
Got a couple bad bitches on the floor
Just a young rich nigga with some gold
On the low, I'm
though
What up to Judge D since back in junior high school
Johnny Rich? that's my man Mr. Brando
My partner in crime with the gangsta flow
Daddy X, Big
If I could sell all my pain I'd prolly be Rich
You'd prolly get some cheese if you Ain't run yo lips
Niggas grimy in this game just like They Money
knows
How it gets cold
So cold
By ya damn self
I can’t
Let the bros
Get it bussin
By they damn self
Niggas be fake for no reason
I’d rather get rich than
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice?
sticks big sticks never gonna stop
Been hating on me watch how the body drop
Was it love or hate real or fake
Can you let me know before I'm on the stage
I
I talk rich shit,
Diamonds hit hit,
Boy yo Rollie fake that bitch tic tic,
Need a mop when I step in this that drip drip,
She wasn’t fuckin with me
Making big slam after big slam
Getting to the bread, super rich
Cuz family on some blue shit
Ride or die, you a lie lie
Looking at your friend like get
couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the shit
Big bank on my finger
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
on dat good shit
Smoke purple green 'cause I'm hood rich
I got a stable fulla big hood chicks
You need money to enter, make me rich
(So, I tell a bitch)
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Telling big lies
On a case closed
What dat imply? Ou
You a fake hoe
Real gutter bitch
Real snake hoe
How you talk big
Wearing fake clothes?
Basura bitch
Rain Rain Go cway
Come Back To The Ghetto cnother Day
Dem Know Bout Rich We Know Bout Poor (Bruk Life)
Dem Know Big House We Know Cold Floor
Dem
[INTRO]
Rain Rain Go Away
Come Back To The Ghetto Another Day
[Chorus]
Dem Know Bout Rich We Know Bout Poor (Bruk Life)
Dem Know Big House We Know
the one, you are the one
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shakin' your ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
'Cause you are
Nigga I don't wanna spit no more
Man you famous
Famous
I'd rather be rich than famous
Famous
Man you famous
Famous
Famous
I'd rather be rich than
thithi olha perna
Baby Bela
From Atlanta
Big body big thithi olha perna
Yeah
All real shit
Cute face big ass none of it fake shit
Long ride we go fuck
fake
They hate behind yo' back and cap to yo' face
Don't trust a soul 'cause that love sh*t be fake
Screamin' what is love?
A lot of these n*ggas
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