Lyrics:
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
a kid by the bitch so I can get rich and get inheritance
I'm thankful for all of your service and thank you for caring
Went to Best Buy and did a video in
Aye big crib
New bills
Everything plush
Big Cake
Real estate
Everything up
Big trips
Quick flips
Everything work
Hair did
Nails did
Everything done
New
the bank up
You know the code money over hoes
Big black whip when I'm out on road
Made me list wrote down all my goals
Now a nigga rich wearing brand new
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
to a next charge
Ah, low me can't I just floss
Lemme flex and hold my stance
Just tryna get rich
Have cribs out the sticks
So it's straight on to the next
creeping on me, on me, on me
I wanna rule the world
I want big diamonds and big jewelry and pearls
Want all the fame, I want all the fame, the money
a whole mill
And it makes the world feel hype
But to you, it's not a big deal
This is how it feels
When you've got a flow that
Can make a whole mill
And it
Don't be them, be a next breed
Ain't a gangster, ain't a wanker
Ain't no MC
Ain't a small fry, ain't a big shot
I'm a next breed
Ain't a rich man,
to a spot, we could burn up
Uh, learn some - been a real one since my past life
Spiritual bish went to yoga
Came back wit a chocolate chip mocha
Lil pussy
to express what we feel to those who mourn with us today in this Cathedral and around the world. We loved him as a brother and father and son. From his
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
For me ever going broke
Man i'm tryna' get these big stacks
(Tryna' make it big)
Cause this shit is not a game
And yo' ass should be ashamed
If you
is lost
Nothing learned
Calling forth
Need for power
Days are numbered
By the hour
Fire streaks
Across the sky
The bombs hit
Then you die
One big eye
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
the stars
I'm a big dipper
If I was broke I'd still feel like a rich nigga
I be sober feeling like I'm rolling off a jigga
If I'm smoking it's that potent
see the time
I just made a million and I'm still not satisfied
'Cause I need a bag on the regular
I spend a bag on the regular
We make the world go
nightmare
I may not look like Beaver, but you don't either
I bought a big house for the breather
Even in the suburbs, cops are my enemy
And all the rich
nowhere to go, he caught
Gang screaming free the real and they screaming fuck the opps
But they will never know, he the reason big homie shot
Gang screaming
Yeah
(RN run that shit back)
Aye
I got shooters that hang out the roof
And nah none of 'em hoop
I got bad bitches by the two and that Azul getting
you know that I'm ruthless
I'm fuckin' yo' cutie, she favor Karrueche
Your boyfriend is clueless, slurp me like a smoothie
Damn, I call her big booty
the doctor prescribed
Prolly why i ain't never catch no virus
My shirt off can't pop my collar
N**** I'm too real on my mama
Half of u N**** ain't handling
call that a yacht, that's a jet ski, shits not half the size of the city
That little boat looking real itty bitty, I only fuck with big cruise ships
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