Lyrics:
by the badlands
Way past closin' time
So if you wanna trade, I'd say it's a hard-earned mile
Wanna sweat like hell, throw a hammer down
And know
Another one
DJ Khaled
I like the ratchetest women (go)
Woo, woo, G6, let's get it (woo)
Rich niggas comin' down to the city (on God)
Your bitch
[Lady Saw]
It's all about (yo)
Lady Saw and Missy (can you feel me)
An the next thing is about (yo)
The big bashing party (can you feel me,
Another one
Here we go so wave your hands (uh-huh)
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland (another one)
We gon' show you how to party right (uh-huh)
To just be the star of the party, man, but then (nephew, man)
Be so far from a star (Godfather and the Doggfather)
When somebody pull up in they car (oh,
they get scared
Went and got that coupe and then went
Got that iced out big head
But all I ever want to be was a rich nigga
I was raised not to hate but
Have a little drink
No, thank you, brother
Want to get rich?
Don't need it brother
Wanna fool around?
No, thank you sister
Ain't you heard
in the end
Yeah they watching my fence
Like they next to my kin
Like they paid by the pope
Got some priests by the door
Frisk the demons before
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
to this)
Say say say say!! (get rich to this)
It'll be all slippery, slick wid it
Automatically ? I'm the shit wid it
I'm psyched out, Sic-Wid-It
like
it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed
To just be the star of the party, man, but then (nephew, man)
Be so far from a star (Godfather and the Doggfather)
When somebody pull up in they car (oh,
rich, dues, I done paid a few
Smokin' weed by the zip, millions, I done made a few
State to state, I'm stackin' up and staying out the way
Big bag, I
the end
Yeah they watching my fence
Like they next to my kin
Like they paid by the Pope
Got some priests by the door
Frisk the dealers before they step
cup, big yup, treat 'em like my stepson
Colora-rado make me have to come and flex some
I be moving militant, yo' bitch be moving sideways
I be getting
the quote make it fair
Rich shit after rich shit
Then more rich shit
All drip
All splash
Its a pool party
About a lotta bags
Got bags like a junkie
But
I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you (I'll
(no assumptions), ayy
Feelin' like Tyson wit' it (feelin' like Tyson wit' it)
Knock it out twice, I'm wit' it (knock it out twice, I'm wit' it)
Only
Bumpin' and humpin' like it's nothing, feel like a asthmatic
69 her favorite, that's simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes I love that ass-clapping
banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones
We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones
We got it goin' on
Gettin' down with Big
the green right, then Gucci might chef it
Whale shark, white meat, rich man sell it
Ridin' in a Lamb' with a big ol' motor
Keep a young nigga with a big
Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars, let me say my piece
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these
skinny as mine, bitch, I was penniless
Now I'm plenty rich, and this shit don't make any sense (yeah)
I was in the motherfuckin' pinch like a titty twist
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