Lyrics:
wanna be a Pretty Woman loving a rich man
Now here you come, drop top riding
You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lying
Pussy makes money, stick
And if I'm hungry for the chicken
That heat'll spin you
Around rotisserie style
You was rich as a child
Never wanted for shit
And you ain't never run
you"
Never felt a love so powerful
Man you know you love somebody
When you never wanna hurt them
Man that shit will have u crying
She the reason why I
rich
Started trapping ima stop when the whole gang rich
Talking on the internet when you gon slide
My click caught you lacking need tools by your side
Baby this is your last dance; you know how you do it
There's no nigga like you and there'll never be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these
a plan, but I guess it ain't work
"BH we straight" that was
The motto my nigga i got rich first
You was supposed to follow my nigga
I'm gone
Somebody who
the reaper hugs
And as a kid he never took crap from no one
Mud on his face, such a disgrace
Cussin at grown-ups
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin'
like I flicked a switch and now I'm feeling good (Bounce)
No way to stop it, now you wish that you could (Bounce)
When the weekend comes I know I'll
born it was a miracle
Music is the light when it's dark
And the way that you spit your dart is a big part
She grew up loving hip hop
Now all her
(Loving you, baby, somebody's gotta do it)
never even finished reading a
Book before if you just got
Offended by that last sentence
You should just stop reading
Close the book and walk away because
and then I cut through the net
I win
We'll never meet, you're not rich enough bitch
All your disses don't reach, you're not big enough bitch
Y'all be
dramatic, get critical (dramatic)
I roll up the Gary with cereal (Gary)
Big Cullinan, orange interior (Cullinan)
You know that my gang ain't goin' (woo)
I ain’t never gave a fuck
BandCamp
Baby
We can tear this
Bitch up
Im in love with the money
I know the only way is up
I stop
Giving
will come
The feelings will change
You rich or you poor
It's one in the same
Ya status is high
You running for fame
They loving you now
Yea they loving
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
really goin
Whatchu think you really doin
Its yo stop you gettin off
I got big homies
Yeaa they wanna see me made
Big guns for the ones getting my way
it all, but I bet you I do
I like to see somebody stoppin' me
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody
pirates on the ocean, got the bands
my name ain't tory, ain't nobody close my lanes
i'm in the territory when somebody call my name
why you talking
niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type never exchange numbers
Want
in my jacket
Getting bands
I’m loving how this money stacking
Stop playing with me
Can’t you see I’m really focused
God as my witness
Man I think I’m
on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do
the game
And even though the beef done came and the haters still lame
I can't stop loving the game
All I gotta do is stay true homie what about you
Cuz I
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