Lyrics:
feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich
I'm just trying to be rich ( big fish)
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich
I'm just trying to be rich
Back on my
get on my grind
When I bought the AP, I done ran out of time
Got me some money, I’m cbg
Now I’m smoking on cbd
Made me rich, selling dvd’s
Passing her
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
(woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' Spider like that
Nigga rich as fuck, I
i bought back dvds
but im alone with the TV
Outro:
She could of waited till i got home
Now shes on the train while im on my own
or
Un-corrupt police at least "Come on Will
You gotta tell me!" I grabbed and
Shook him by the arm
The L train was leaving Bedford with 10
000 white
big but I'm not rich (Not rich)
I know hella niggas in my circle that are toxic (Toxic)
I drink my problems away like alcoholics
Hello (Hello), hey how
(right back to where we started from)
Ayy
Jason Rich on the beat, bitch
Gravy, Train (bitch)
Gravy wit' yo' dame (Ooh)
You can't find yo' bitch,
the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin' to get rich shawty
I'm a pimp shawty plus I'm from the M shawty
And all these other rappers don't
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
to take it on the train but I just couldn't let him
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country,
man
Talk that shit go walk on a hike man
Talk that shit get slept by the gang
Big Exl now remember the name
Got that fire ima take it and aim
Lyrical
Athlete turned-actor, it must come as a shock
To be this big and still
Get overshadowed by The Rock
You take credit for "Despacito
" that's just silly
It's
Look girl you sexy as you want to be
But you just a want to be
I can't help ya
I don't love ya
I just met ya I might shove ya
Will I plug ya
was fuckin' one (ooh)
I ain't your rich (rich) I'm really rich (rich)
I ain't your rich I'm really rich (okay)
I'm in the big league, yeah,
of bitches
Hoover street nifty-fifty business
In my bitch whip with my L suspended
Big Pimpin’ misleading women
Extra innings being good at pitching
Blue
The way things are going we need a quick fix, baby
I don't mind you being a rich bitch, babe
If I were a real big baddy, sugardaddy, I'd be good to you
so tight up in this bitch
Oh damn this train be slow as shit
It’s more fun, we say but we complain
Cause we are hypocrites
Plus this game of rich
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground while
Another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are
silently run by the mayor, silently run by his uncle, silently run by his whore of a wife, silently run by desire, silently run by that big fucking sign
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