Lyrics:
much money with no issues
Know what I'm sayin'?
You never seen this many big dawgs come together, nigga
Yeah
Extortion still exists (yeah)
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Scrooge, I know they're very rich
They could truly change the world but they are known for not keeping their words.
They speak in the name of the Lord but
So ya think you wanna roll with the big shots
Wanna get up and take the wheel
Wanna make it big, rich money greasy
You gotta leech on someone's brain
Das on my mama and I put that on the sethay
Blue chucks blue rags on da left side
World famous and dey did it on the westside
Big money big guns doin
I'm frightening, bitch I'm top dog
I don't give a fuck about a pigs law
I live by my morals I don't get caught
Couldn't give a fuck if I'm a big shot
Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world
My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script
If she can't stick to the script, stick
Gotta Post Sh!t
Real N.I.G.G.A Big D!ck, I Don’t Gotta Lick Sh!t
If She Can Swallow It, Then It Really Ain’t Sh!t
She Looking At You Like A Shrimp, I’m
Gotta Post Sh!t
Real N.I.G.G.A Big D!ck, I Don’t Gotta Lick Sh!t
If She Can Swallow It, Then It Really Ain’t Sh!t
She Looking At You Like A Shrimp, I’m
and there and there
Play it fair, fuck fair, it's unfair, hell yeah
I was twelve, rich as hell, welfare farewell
I done got too big, now the world is
from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's just a conversation
It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office,
the things, all the things they go do,
For this world go start,
When the teacher, schoolboy and schoolgirl jam together
Who be teacher?
I go let you know
When
witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers
I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling
I'm busting, for y'all niggas
Cause your my niggas
your grip greasy
Gon' be a hundred up by next year, come hit me next season
Once the fam good, the team straight, gon' get my neck freezin
Real shit, I
stay rich by collecting not spending//
I aint playing with the payment. pay me when you play me. and send the bank statement// Wealth and the power;
our lust?
Just ask other countries what they think of us
It's go rich or bust, not in god we trust
If you don't go big you get left in the dust
"Take
don't sweat it
You can bitch, you can dead it, you can take it there like FedEx
Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog can't pet it
Pack an L then I wet it
Probably catch me with a dime piece, chillin' in the hotel
It smell like weed baby, oh well
Big dog, been around the world
Don't leave me around your girl
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Yeah
Young Khalifa and Bern
Real niggas in this bitch
Everybody drunk, the fuck they want
Uh
It's not a thing we can't afford
Walk up in
not to big
yeah and to my momma i promise
that is not a intolerance
its just a vision of my future
and bout tha girl
she could never be this real
Dead to the world
Stretched out like a corpse for real
Y'all niggas thinking what y'all reading
In The Source is real
What my life like, you looking
Damn
Sometimes we lose some good ones mayn why'know?
They don't really understand this playerism
Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real
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