Lyrics:
that "butter fly" like Mariah
Show me the money the black Jerry MaGuire
Tom Cruise on that couch if that money right
West Hollywood feels like a bunny
it happen
It's West Side nigga, This drive-by is what's crackin'
And the corners is gettin' caught off
The funeral homes is gettin' rich off
settlin'
Big iron hips with the holsters
I'd be lookin' mighty fine on a poster
Wanted by the law, but the laws don't apply to me
If I was a cowboy,
the West Indies to over seas (show out)
Yo mammi don't make me (show out)
It's all good but I'm still in the hood
Like right around the corner cause its
the West Indies to over seas (show out)
Yo mammi don't make me (show out)
It's all good but I'm still in the hood
Like right around the corner cause its
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that Kevlar vest shit, that Wild Wild West shit
There's
can't bag me, can't be your sugar daddy
To sex in the Maybach, to sex in the Caddy
From rich to the rags so the blogs could never drag me
Dick too big
niggas switching sides
Switching sides
Rest big cuz Shaun you in heaven looking down
Looking down
Pray for me and kayjay while we are on this route
On this
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
the West Indies to over seas (show out)
Yo mammi don't make me (show out)
It's all good but I'm still in the hood
Like right around the corner cause its
a crew so deep (show out)
From the West Indies to over seas (show out)
Yo mammi don't make me (show out)
It's all good but I'm still in the hood
Like
on the West Coast
we be gettin high with the fellas
who puff on the lie
for Lu-Lu,Sig, and Tai
everyday you know how we do (woo)
brothers tryin
Of a country
If we didn't have a government
I'd be like the wild west without a sheriff but you wouldn't go fucking ruin it
But we have cellphones and new
mi favor, mi say, Eliot Ness
Mi chuck it an' mi time it, mi pon mi chest
Mi will remind dem of di wild-wild west
Gal, you a gal, a you no big woman
Verse One:
It's not the Wild Wild West
Down here's, the Dirty South
Where we're known for gripping grain
And keeping gold in our mouth;
Don't come
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
return they just send
Tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show
Welcome to the new wild west
Each man for himself
A nation of civilized steeples
the Wild wild Wild West you ain’t seen Shit
Old money like I Buried it
I got a lasoo on my neck to catch a bitch
Ima outlaw I’m wanted and I’m rich
Getty up
disconnect
And disregard the founding fathers?
But you know what? Whatever it is
It don't even matter
'Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma show and prove where
we use to pop shit
Say I'm a wild child
I'm my momma son
Don't get ya block hit
And I ride with chop sticks but I ain't Asian
Forty a big dog you cant
with the sweeper
Cause I'm my brothers keeper
The Grim Reaper holdin' with nothin' but big batters
And big heaters
Blow ya three times leave a mark like
wonder)
After all that dick ridin' Kanye West was doin' (aww)
That's what Big Sean said when N.O.R.E. asked him a question
"I mean, not to be funny but
mek yuh wife and sis
Cut and have a life and mi
Tun dem inna wife and kids
Born
Dem a seh wild and rich
But mi neva wild im skill
Some of them a try
getting money popping big shit getting money popping rich shit
Plug fronted me a extra brick so a nigga popping on some extra shit
I'ma always get money,
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