Lyrics:
that fendi she a fan though (Fan)
bitch I got rich bought designer with no logos
Got plenty blue hunneds but now I want more
Big blood blatt shooting
All I want is the big dreams
If I make I’ll be all me
Twenty seven with the rich things
Hundred dollars till my ends meet
Hundred bands hundred bands
I want them pirate blacks with the space Jams
And when the night ends I want a new Benz
With a big bag and no friends
I want a bmw x 6
I wanna spend
Your mama forever broke awwn she no get money
When I say no money not even 1 penny
But she got a daughter, daughter goes by the name of Teni
Teni
motion, I'm who he chose (Ky)
I'm a bad bitch, rich nigga getter, keep bitches bitter
Ima lit bitch, big bag spender, It don't get no litter
Ima
against her brown skin
Money in the bank doesn't make you rich
A big flash car, doesn't make you happy
Rosita knows, what she has, makes her
The richest
other
No race, No creed, no human, No colour
And nothing aint changed except I'm the best now
It don't matter I'm still your big brother
I don't hold
six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free
I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man
Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self
still know who shot Big and Pac, I'm bothered
Prayed to our fathers for sins I committed summers
Don't nobody know how many but we know our days are
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at?
Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out TT
support the rich man's style of luxury
There ain't no way they can ever keep us down
There ain't no way they can ever keep us down
We won't be bought, we
Turn me up, what, what
I say I do not want no one I say I turn up all by myself
I say that I'm okay, I don't need help I say that I'm done, I wish
fall, know them niggas pissed
We ain't stoppin' till we rich, somethin' gotta hit
He doin' fine by himself, oh that nigga lit
Used to speak on how he
I told y'all
There was money on the table by the bricks
I was at the kitchen table choppin up some shit
Listenin' to Jeezy and I heard a little
Ward villain, I'm in the killin
They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin
Ice cream slangin,
And if the radio don't play this gangsta
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid
True, you can move food on the street
Did a bitta that, got bored of that
ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug s***
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money
ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money
(Glory Gang)
(On Foenem Radio)
Go 'til you can't fuckin' go no more, nigga
Pull up your chair, it's time to eat, boy
Better keep that money,
and I'm filthy rich
And by the way, dude, I been fuckin' your bitch
And I get her buck naked ridin' up in the 'Vette
And every time she see me her pussy get
Get the bag I'm just tryna get rich
Stay in my lane don't know why these niggaz pissed off
Don't mean a thing by my side I got my big bro's
Gotta
R I P CADET
I’m too drunk to drive
I pop me a X pill to get me alive
Surfing the wave
Don’t get crushed by the tide
I don’t drive Ice City but got
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