Lyrics:
like rap, but this shit is real B
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play, and my mob ain't with me
You can bet your
-- all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
on the Benz (speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints (hoo)
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho (Ocean, yeah)
Top down, she
that risk and we did it first, now we filthy rich (now we filthy rich)
Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (bitch)
Make a broke niggas sick oand
nothing, you'll fall for anything
That's real s***, let's get this money real quick
Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this but I'd rather feel rich
I mean filthy
them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with
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
Gang, nigga dreams come true
Bad bitch, I make her dreams come true
Rich Gang, nigga dreams come true
Dope boy, I'm a dream come true
(Big Gang
of the people I feel like Chamath
Bih said eat the rich start licking my phallus
Run calculated risk while they by standing
Ima scale in my dips got a great
I live by the code of the streets (yeah)
Don't leave the house
Without my motherfuckin' heat (Nah)
I roll Biscotti in the motherfuckin' leaf
(yeah)
them
Pull back the curtain
And take your seat'
I call you out
You're filthy rich
I call you out
You're on top of my list
I call you out
You're filthy
a capsule sealed tight
With that substance you need, start a family tonight
Big body Merc, LED lights and it's all overprice
The dollar been cheap than
care about minorities
You'll only survive if you're rich and white
Rise in poverty, death by austerity
Thanks to a corrupt democracy
The rich don't
rolling the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my line
Ayy, trust fund, trust fund, trust fund
I get my money by lump sums
I get the check and I go dumb (go dumb)
Rackin' up money, got three sons
so tight
With that substance you need, start a family tonight
Big body murk, LED lights and it's all overpriced
The dollar been cheap than a bitch
bracket
Uh
Ain't no thing I cant handle nah
Ima make it big with no media
By any means any ethnic mean nothing work ethic the medium
Yeah
Boss shit go live
Little foot, big foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move
I got to get the dough
Trying to be filthy rich
Gettin money is all know
Must handle my shit
Get the dough get more
You too slow while im going
about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!
When I rich nigga want you
Ya money is old nigga, smell that? That's new money nigga
We filthy rotten rich and we taking advantage
G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep
Tower dull a winter breeze
Not even one block from the sea
City filthy foul disease
Bright blue sky looks down on me
The world outside the folks
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
As the white bird creeps in
I feel disease spreading by the wind
Future sorrows will unveil soon
The rich corruption will fly to the moon
You accept
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