Lyrics:
Fuck real G's, with big nuts who flip keys on highways
Player made niggas, man who flip hoes off Myspace
Luxury in driveways let your roof back nigga
forget I'm around
Cause its all about the present, it's a gift, it's the now
History was just another round
I just wanna do big bits and then get real rich
Well this record is from me to you, baby
Yeah, real talk
[Chorus]
Been around the world
I've been into many places
Seen some unfamiliar faces
But
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
been performed by His invisible hand
Look what He gave us
He parted the forest to make a Heaven on Earth
See suburban landscapes lush with verdant green
n****, I will never run n****
God as my witness, Imma be the one n****
Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come n****
Ten killers can't amount
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
a real diva
If you get her to the crib she turn to a snake eater nigga yeah (yeah)
Shit, what else I gotta say?
I'm big boss with the sauce this that Sweet
time tramp
She can't suck dick like she's licking a stamp
But she can lick it all around, or swallow it whole
Deep throat this big dick and act real
of everything the world has to offer
Get rich and be rich forever
Everything for my people
Forever grateful my sisters
Am doing this for you my broski
Somebody
people
Right
The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the rich people
'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat
And they gonna be
bands a night
Got some real steppers they'll do a homicideee
Fuck a drive by Nigga walk insideee
Smoking jungle boys Zach pie get highhh
Got a 45 wit a 30
We livin' in that real life nigga fuck your dreams
Bad bitch, booty big, no cellophane
Need to up my corn, get rich, more alone time
Why you can't
or better
Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross
I take
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
when a hater make a sound
Vibration i'm chasin' motherfuckin paper
Fuck what a hater got to say 'bout me
I'm a real big dog, won't play bout me
I'm In
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
, the mediaÕs
Owned by the rich
Don't be confused by their
Propaganda
Television blinds my eyes
Smash your TV (X4)
Life on TV's beautiful, this
buddhist shit
Real pretty in louboutins
Zoom in daddy bens
We perc
And addy friends
Premadonna
When im acting
If i popped up
On you
Right now
I bet yo ass
the world
Recognize what really moves these girls
Juice is more important than cash for real
Money you spend, But true power you feel
It ain't that easy
Yea Imma one up on a bitch ass nigga Aye a bitch ass nigga
I'm just tryna be a rich ass nigga Aye a rich ass nigga Oh
Imma one up on a bitch ass
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the rap
enough on their own
It's like a whole new world there
I say we rich and famous
(We are)
I say I know we made it
(We made it)
Cause we’re rich and famous
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