Lyrics:
to slaughter your son and your daughter
You can blame the government
Let me tell you how it all started
The middle class was evaporated then the filthy rich
she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch
When she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
lonely
Keep you by my side
Nah make you walk in the sun baby
Big fat Benz yah drive
Gal ah Calabar beach Nigeria
Jamaica Sandals
The life weh me make
filthy rotten rich and we takin' advantage
G-Unit, infamous Mobb Deep [Incomprehensible]
i’m tryna flex on Erbody n*g’ Ima be filthy rich You can’t compare to me swear to god I got built fa dis I’m built different Fuck what ya feelins is
By the code, the game a decade old
I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl
I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys
They
rich me say
Rich me say, rich me say
So when the money increase, me know how to manage it
Never get carried away by animosity
Yes, me always a use some
what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
We
dip, she like big dick (yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (cash)
I like getting rich (rich)
She got lots of ass (ass)
I got hoes, Brad Pitt (bitch), yeah
like a drug dealer
So don't snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga
Mind your business, I minds mine, let's get rich, my nigga
Take our family
niccs drip or shine I will never die (die)
Rich gang
Big Bank
Shawty started fucking on a nicc tryna hang (hang)
I done made hell hella cold out
fucking filthy rich!
Your bloodstained hands caress our lives
We all become the puppets in your play
A non content existence
Failure to grow in
to be, rich and famous, rich and famous.
Do you really want to be, rich and famous now.
Mr. Big shot what is your game
Mr. Big shot what is your final
like some scissors
They trying to take me home, they give me liquor
YOU KNOW WHO I AM, I'ma bitch
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MAKE, filthy rich
DO YOU KNOW
knocked, the D's start askin' question
My name end up in all types of shit
I'll be a gangsta nigga 'til I die fo' sho'
Whether I'm po' or I'm filthy rich
(Uu,uu,uu,ah,ah,Ruth Chris)
(Manna Dosanjh)
(Heh,Heh,Heh)
That's that rich life, she want to eat Ruth Chris (haa)
You can't even fight, you just got
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
Poppin like I been rich
Yeah
Poppin like been rich
Dat's Me
Yeah For Real Tho
Let's Go
Ion give a fuck about what they say about me
I go by the name
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer
Or a big film star
yes, I think I would like that
To be rich and have
they're gonna' make you sorry gonna' make you cry
If you don't jump, jump, jump, into the seat by and by.
Well, you jump for joy and happiness,
You
The shining city on the hill
Is looking ugly and sounding shrill
The big bald eagle no longer flies
It has been grounded by a thousand lies
Evil
a long limousine
Rolls by shining pretty
'Bout the same time I'm being kissed goodbye
By the woman I've held all night
Who knows if the rich man's lady
wanna hang with niggas that filthy rich
They ain't even got to talk to take your bitch
One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o
She seen them TVs
that's my baby)
Yeah (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah (mm-mm)
Go (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper
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