Lyrics:
passion
It's giving me chills
I'm so rich from the hustle
Don't notice the bills
Back at the crib
We just fuck and we chill
Wake up tomorrow and pop
I got caught up in the moment
No way
See ah I can't be in the moment
Mama said don't look that way
Can't be caught
Not up in the moment
Look away
I
and that's the reason they stare
Smelling like YSL a rich aroma
Caught a nap on the plane
in a champagne coma
Jet Blue leg room half way to California
Rap
you fall then you get up
Use your mind as your weapon gotta be cleaver nigga
I want to live in this moment right here forever
Forever ever forever ever
know y'all really bitches (pussy)
I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (skrrt)
They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up
"maybe"
That my baby mama, then she get a Mercedes
Bitch, I'm Rich Forever, have a trust fund baby
Still in the coupe goin' brazy (yeah)
Not
over with, that's all she wrote
It's stupid how I go in, knowing everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it
half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in
and Cali G
Big Ed, see-Murder, and Master P
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man)
Just a player
nigga)
(Bring it up to me)
(Uh)
Sit by myself
With this chrome
Until I roam
Wen r u coming home
A nigga kick ur door in
Screaming nigga im home
Daddies
I won't run
I promise I'm blessed I am God's son
I am the next big thing rip Pun
Oh you thought I was finished I swear I'm not done
I'm the best in my
no money but I'm rich in my soul
I'm rich with my girl, my cat and my dog
One more time on the mic, I never give up
I got an extra life, I caught one
Getting caught up in my dreaming
So lost in my thoughts
It tosses me off the deep end
I need to pause for moment
To grow past my weakness
It causes me
the lives that I touch
Their value is quantified by the lies that they told
It's had to up hold the fallacies
Niggas living in fantasies
Calculating my steps
chopped
Feed you to my little ones, cause they scheme and they plot
Feeling rich like Roddy, Pills breaking out that box Yeah
Big Steppa Big, Big, Steppa
, snitch or pussy that's on PC (no)
He be told before he hot, soon he get to a new yard
He send his own zip-up top, your paperwork clean, you work in
Are you ready
Living every moment like
Its that golden moment that you don't get twice
Now hold it steady
Take out everything in sight
Now I don't
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
caught up too caught up in the music business.
I had a lot of high hopes for my first record deal. I cut so many records with groups they were trying
Shem really killed this one, bruh
Hey, caught in the moment I was heartbroke bout that bitch but it's finally over
Counting up big bands in a big
King Kong big
Big like the Empire State Building
Be big, up top with the stars
Big house, big bag, living large
Wanna be big
Think about it think bigger
spit, money come first, and even worse
You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick
So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face,
**** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich **** ****
See, didn't
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