Lyrics:
everybody dyin', no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a little vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb
Woman shined the apple, and the man had to take a bite
Anything that good, God knows, just had to be right
Well they woke up naked with a big headache,
He
1-0-1-7 (poppin')
BigWalkDog
BigWalkDog
Big 1-0-1-7 (ayy)
Hey
Hey, hey, hey
When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
in the corner
He made some apps
That filthy rich loner
I wish I could've stayed at the party
I wish I could've stayed
I wish I could've stayed
increasing on Rosecrans, nigga
Kendrick Conan, nigga
Where you sword at? Hand on the cross and swore that
I do it big as Rasputia for them shooters
Kama
on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no-nukes yell "we're gonna all go to hell"
With the next big meltdown
And/or the filthy rich
It will be filled with the whispers of lovers
Contributing consonants to the air
Donating their intent to the music
"At such
Lights camera action ain't surprised by this lifestyle
Been dreaming for a minute can't get lost up in this lifestyle
Rich nigga I ain't no rich nigga
But
the stinacks
And I got a big-big MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck
Got a golie rollie, On my wrist now
(yeah)
All these bitches thinking, That I'm filthy rich now
(yeah)
Man you don't wanna no drama, I'll make you
sh*t
Yeah
How I Live b*tch
How I Live
Yeah
Yeah Didn't have sh*t ya'll ain't give
Nah
Nah
Did it by myself cuz I'm that kid
Yeah
Yeah
Filthy rich promise
me never, stay together
Filthy rich or flat broke, laugh at all my daddy's jokes
Hold me when I need to cry, love me till the day you die
With every
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
Real deal M's's
Young rich nigga
Migos
Young rich nigga
Real deal M's's
Go, go, go, go, hey
M's, nigga (M)
Want them M's, nigga (real deal
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
, then?
With yes men by your sides
When you walk along this route
Put yes-yes by, with yes men by your sides
So you wanna be filthy rich, then?
With
Yeah up and away
Up, up, and away another day, boy
Up, up, and away another couple of dollars
Up, up, and away money with this power
Rich Gang, nigga
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
lookin' filthy rich
Killin' these niggas, I ain't innocent,
My bad, ain't paid the cost, see they just watch me then copy my swag
Say I fell off that's
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
but it
Ain't shit you can tell me
I'm filthy rich still eatin'
Peanut butter and jelly
Ain't nothin' changed but the chips
The cribs and the whips you
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