Lyrics:
me picture me life
Zinc fence and board house far me a come from now me av big benz a drive
Rich inna life me ago rich inna life
Me know d journey nah
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
been rich (ha)
Man, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit (ha)
I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (ha)
Dollar got a road down the way, he
Big dreams
Big things
What I'm talking about
Seems insink
With my
Big dreams
Big things
What imma do so bitch please
I said
Big dreams
Big things
a couple hundo
Big mansion with a double front do'
Pretty young thang in a new condo
Pray to God, stay rich, stay humble
I got big bank casing
numbers I could call to get you whacked on one day notice
I'm not bragging that’s a warning, please evaluate your choices
Bank$y a problem, man Bank$y
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
racks
And put your money where your mouth is
'Cause all my partnas 'round me
Yeah, you know we really 'bout this
Bankroll so big, man it broke
girl
I put that on my cousin
Man I don had big booty girl
A rich Gucci girl
A big juicy girl
A bougie type girl
A hood type girl
A nasty white girl
KG
Man I'm unwired like Dre Beats (yeah)
Repping them big big big B's (yeah)
All y'all drenched restin in peace (yeah)
Dedication 6 sick six feet, Six
with your bitch
By what she want and shit
Trap Nigga I’m rich
Verse
Pop out yeah nigga had to go get it
Ask bout me I’m the man in my city
Bitchs
I'm your man
You bet
You bet, you bet
You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you bet
I'll make you rich
I-I-I-I-I-I'll make you rich
Make you poor
You
on me
No stank on me
She rich bring that Louis for me (LV)
The plug needs coolin from me
(Rip the big plug) (Fasho)
Shout out to the pharmacy
Man
chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let
,Fucking sad
Money don't come so fast
U Got to grind ,keep it on mind
It's Never easy to be a man
Working hard trying an getting rich
Fuck those bitch
were wrote on the scent
it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp
in the land of protest a man
the goals
This is more important than the gold
Staying humble man through the storm
If I get rich tomorrow I'ma stay humble
If I done made it big I'ma stay
sweet
Walk down the road and give all dem me
My friend, I see my big hip
He wouldn't got a tip
If you didn't lose him, please don't sleep him
Plan
tell me why
Lord please tell me why
They wanna see a young brotha Down Bad
Yea
Man my blood pump just like any Others
Dont ever judge my book by its
stealing my god given energy
Smoked weed i feel free please dont kill the vibe
If you mad that shit dont concern me
Im a man i got choses i know love is free
the man by the age of 6
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
being too rich
Big cars sellers
Big house sellers
Please god mercy since I'm born I'm a sinner
No contest in this game I'm winner
Pouring in my cup and I
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
dammit I fear no man,
You can tell by da way I walk,
N da way I talk, ill beat yo ass
And you can check da set I claim,
East side nigga where I hang
Dem
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