Lyrics:
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
,
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
Big Bank
A nigga came from the trenches
Step in this bitch SWO
Rich energy I match the description
Sick bitch you need your prescription
You niggas is
Yeah! All the ladies say hoo
All the hoes say (Hah! Hah! Hah!)
Gucci! Here we go, A-town, C-port
Cutmaster Swift down your throat, shawty
Boy,
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
I roll
Yeah nigga I do this fuckin' shit
Count money, get my hair braided by your bitch
She drivin' me around town, nigga
Where I'm at nigga? Dog
want it all
Some people ain't livin life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga rich but I'm
That's when shit change obama's president
The Steelers won the 6th ring
So I ain’t through trying
I feel like I can do anything
Started small town now we
of town bitches, (Thirty-four)
help me put it down bitches (Thirty-five)
Hangin' 'round, give you pussy by the pound bitches (Thirty-six)
Them do-it-all
bracket
Uh
Ain't no thing I cant handle nah
Ima make it big with no media
By any means any ethnic mean nothing work ethic the medium
Yeah
Boss shit go live
on corners In the woods behind WallMart, I’m jacking off on a big fat dead slut A Moss covered old stick in my mouth, I put there because I’m horny A Ten foot
Never was there
A more ornery man
Than Richard Dick
He was known
By everyone in town
To have the most ignorant tongue around
SIX FOOT DICK
Yea that's
by (you)
Rollie flooded (flooded), diamonds flawless (flawless)
Bad thotties, big bodies (skrrt, yeah)
(Sex)
Oh you rich? Yeah
I just gave my ex
6
This a... fn this a 5.7
We... up all night like a 711
I'm serving gas baby like this Pemex
Send the cashapp ima mail it thru fedex
I'm big steppin
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
We
,
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
it.
I don't want no one to stick his finger in my pie.
You think you put your best foot forward
But it is moved by someone else.
In blind belief
boy, my advantage ain't fair
I'm six foot in this motherfucker y'all midgets compared
Suck my neck till it's purple and see if the damn sun's out
If it
getting rich
Niggas doing rituals
Fucking up they spirituals
They selling they soul
It feel like ninety six I'm just selling my flow
It feel like ninety
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