Lyrics:
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It's far from right, I guess that's why it feels so wrong
To see the world get stripped out of every resource
And people pray to Coca-Cola
these thots (A lot)
Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my
That Rich Gang lifestyle (lifestyle)
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (you underdig?)
Big money, nigga
Take the jet
L.A., hit the bity
When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen
That's ran by greed
Money and the power
For me I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that
So before you cash your stones down
how you gon' love him
I know he fakin' so why would I trust him
I know I'm gon' make it from nothing to something
Know that I'm gon' make it out
Rap
broke is
Y'all keep y'all focus
I pray for my peeps I play for keeps
Before I lay me down to sleep
To gain wisdom
Can only move forward
It cant be much
stunt before I front
I pray the lord just give me what I want
And If I flash before that cash
I pray the lord give me all of that
And if I ain't rich
the closest ones to ya
Be the ones that sneak up behind ya and stick the knife through ya
That's why now I keep my friends to a minimum
Check for the ones
forlorn
Big bang, sharper than a big dick
Hotter than a tunnel of big dreams that think big things
I'm a burn with this little light of mind
and a prime
y'all ate
I put my niggas on, they got 20 more on the way
We all gotta die so that's double M to the day
I know the devil try so I get on my knees
rich, I be storin' bands (storin' bands)
Me, I just be coolin' out (uh)
I let the money dance (I let the money dance)
I got that .40 up in my pants
I
money muthafucka big time
I make big money we livin' big time
Big money
Niggas livin' big time
Niggas doing that crime
Niggas gettin' papers
Killin'
Yeah that's a bad bitch she a fool for love
Thats why she ain't got shit
Fuck with the wrong fool
Fell in love with the wrong bitch
Now i ain't put
asleep like they on ambien
Big player you can tell by all the moves I'm making
Call my hittas cuz they shoot with no hesitation
Body looking good time
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy
yeah, let me see
With Ciroc in the system?
Ain't no tellin' will I fuck, 'em or will I diss 'em
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No
of the realest, i'm ready to kill this
The people, they feel us
Me and my team made millions
But you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us
That's why they
I'm back
Ooh
Yeah
I'm applying pressure, got my foot on necks
That a big flex
I'm rolling with bosses and street execs
You rolling with rejects
I
Girls wanna keep it real
Gotta love em for it
I love a woman with courage
[ Big Rich ]
Yeah, there she go right there, man
[ Ice-T ]
Yeah, I'm break
I am not these rap niggas
Came in this game rich that's a fact nigga
Clear to see I really live what I rap nigga
Rappers taking shots but I really
getting rich
I done had dreams of really getting rich
I'm rocking big stuff
I got gucci and gamo and louis and prada these niggas be jocking my drip
I just
these niggas, that they pray on me
They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see
I got the blessings of an angel everyday on me
Okay, cherry,
Don't ask me what I'm doing
Pretty and rich that's on the agenda
Pretty and rich that's on the agenda
Kicking my feet up
Rolling some big blunts
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