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could get holy son Watch what you say Don't turn me to the old me I don't fuck wit rich niggas Why They Gabronis I don't see why you be sitting by ya
Ty wasn't a shooter, that nigga just sold bricks And Tony he was reckless he never had no picks Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil Rich Two
Call me "God's Son", with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow Flip
talking ‘bout bands I just hope that my son's in the Mumford's Hope he don't lose his way The apple don't fall too far The designer's the future in every
local, my thoughts are global That's why I seem distant, son, expand ya vision Even adored by Norwegian woman Blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm gettin'
She a bad rich bitch she did it own she been rocking Gucci ferigamo camme des garçon She a bad rich bitch she did it by herself She even bought
How do you want to be remembered? As being rich? Yeah, yeah, uh Visions of seeing my self as somewhat different Reality got me feeling
so you put me on Big and 2Pac 'Fore we came a long way, L.A. With B and Jay Or flyin' to Coachella playing Spades on PJ's Gimme three days, my
I know you a bitch, lil boy So don't even trip, lil boy I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy That thang by my hip, lil
better known as Lil' Keke the Don Getting rich and going hard, to get it all for my son [Chorus: x2]
leaf suit With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants And by the way my ham sandwichs
accounts and some bankers Get high, get fly, til you get it, gettin' by Don't switch get krunk get drunk get rich From the bottom to the top now it's
the niggas I miss let the lye twist last time I seen you it was Nine-Six you had Five bricks and two chicks to ride wit' left the Eight-Fifty-I at my crib
of sambos Call me "God's Son", with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow
Every time I hit I put it up my son gone know I'm rich I go pay the plug all by myself it ain't no throwing in I don't want no bitch that want no
a nigga prayed up stayed up Hope I don’t miss it My chance can’t miss me I’m tryna get rich ayeee It’s allways on my mind 2x Stay up on grind And it
Black shades, Johnny Cage, diamonds go parade Motorola in the kitchen, whippin' Sonya My plug look like Pacquiao, his daughter is Kitana Young rich
the Berenstain Bears Not two years ago I was homeless, I mean crashin' on the couch of my homies Now I'm crashin' on the couch with Conan, signed a mortgage
I got my mind right, money right, yeah (you heard that, homeboy) Like Father Like Son, nigga And we on the money train, believe that (money,
Call me son and suck my dick Feeling all the shame with the same interactions Feeling all the guilt that was built from reactions Never had traction,
(5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into
Is his name double-barreled like my gun Or does he have a pseudonym for fun I'm stunned by your logic of all for none Maybe he's a rich man's number
Fuck a bitch nigha I rather be rich (Rich) Diamonds on me hittin got a bag and changed my fit (Got a bag) I'm worried bout myself like I get paid
graduation Take him to the movies, by the cemetary If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous Some die with
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