Lyrics:
of the fiends
Got kicked out
Out of my house
But a nigga still had to get to that cheese
Young nigga still 'bout all of them greens
Bitch you gone die drinkin
I'm bout this shit, you already knoooow
You know I'm gone do it big
Aye
Always said I'm bout this shit, you already knoooow
You know I'm gone do it big
Purpose
Yeah yeah when you getting money yeah
Every body gonna know when you get money
Shit yea
Everybody and this bitch like yeah
I got some big
Shawty! Yeah yeah
Shawty! Yeah yeah
Shawty! Yeah yeah
Shawty! Hey!
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, it's like a sin on top of a sin what I'd do to you
been rich (no)
Handicap match, big Glock, lil' switch (pfft)
Fuck out my ear with that whinin' shit (move)
You blowin' my vibe, pipe down, lil' bitch
even gotta approach you
Must be really slow dude to think that I wont clap back
Think that I wont grab that cock back buss that
Ion know nuttin bout them
Dreams coming true bitch i'm bout to make it big
When I make it big ima make you niggas sick
My babies gone get rich stay popping some big tags
When
a tech leave you stretched
I'm 50 cent getting rich in a vest
Won't die trying if I aim for the head
By any means when it comes to a check
R E S P E C
Ooh, ooh
I can't get enough
I can't get enough (Derek what you doin'?)
I can't get enough, I can't get enough
Feelin' like I'm drinkin' double
your bill is delinquent"
Kate, I'ma still be delinquent, till I hit these achievements
And I hope you ain't thinking bout work while it's the weekend
I
I was just dreaming ‘bout Rovers
Rich nigga pulled over, they blind by the wristwatch
You know who keepin’ the block hot
She bust it down after 2
[Chorus: x2]
Gotta give it to you however you want turn around let
me get up on it the club bout to close so shorty let's
roll but you kno I'll be
lil one on da news
Now da big bruh shittin
If you think dis shit sweet come and see bout JD
Y’all niggas still rappin
Y’all kno why I’m doin it so don’t
jail cell, nigga, let me out
Told my mama they gon' see me on the big screen
I can't sleep, I'm chasin' money, I got rich dreams
I came from sleepin'
named Coke and he carried a cane
Coke and Endo two big macks
Coke had a grenade, told Endo catch
Doin' it just for fun best friends don't gank
You
the 94 suburban
Hit a dirt road with Big SMO
And a hog leg that im burnin
Big 6 and im bout my chips
Proud american, redneck rich
Shout out Pa Pa Fresh
the best thing riding by right now (oh oh oh)
You the best thing doin' it big right now (oh oh oh)
You the best thing that I seen this year
Lookin' like
Hit That Shit Z
Zavon you made another hit? (Yes, Yes it did)
Damnnn
Girl what's ya name I don't know but ya bout to tell me
When I pull up in
on the quickness up the side of you
Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you
Nigga we keep the streets hot
It's just us and the cops
And niggas die in shady spots
from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie
She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh
you worryin' bout what we got?
Curbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks
He plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot
Karl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok
the show"
Before bottles start flyin' and you runnin' for the door
You talking 'bout cuttin' and hittin' skins
We talkin' bout, beat dat face
T-dot niggas
the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know
ain't apart of my decimals
Make sure it's multiplying is all I'm ever I worried about
If slow money beat no money, what the fuck you in a hurry bout
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