Lyrics:
Lazy yea
Aye
Aye uhhhn uhhn uhhhhn
Bitch I’m too rich to be lazy
How is he lazy and rich nigga
Bitch I’m too rich to be lazy
Aye How is he lazy
This how we gon get it started
Yeah
Hey
Hey, yeah, hey yeah
What did I miss I'm 20 years old Felling big
Life is good I'm just chillin tryna live
I
Yo. Just a nappy headed boy from the South End
I don’t trust the world yet
If the world is our oyster, I got a couple scars, but
I ain’t got a pearl
y'know?
Look
I don't know where to start
But I just done my first psychodrama
And I hope the world hears my craft
I'm excited man, I pray you get
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
jail, paid his bail and got him bussed up
Villa by the water, barber givin' me a touch-up
With the hand I'ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
Big
Bow, bow
Rich shooter, uh, rich shooter
Yeah, damn (rich shooter)
Yeah, hundred round goon (blow blow)
Uh, bitch I'm heroin on the spoon
I'm
real gold, Engine watch
Badmind acting like a gangster
US dollar in the shoe box
Big Head, Big Benjamins on me
Five Palm, Beautiful view
Me and my son
wordwide it's going down real big
Like I said produced by
The BasedGod lil B in the building
We rocking to the motherfucking
Top bay Area west Coast east
soda
Worried bout the PO PO, hell nah not me
Just worried bout the bro bro gettin to the green
Get pops out the street, Smoke weed in peace
Big couch big
when I see them but the truth is I don't trust these niggas
Vroom, vroom when I swing by, damn right I'm a big fry
Add an "s" to that, well in fact
Real lost, make that shit right back, they still ain't fuckin' with me
I'm a real member, they know how it is, they won't say nothin' to me
Riding by
What am I smoking I don't know Jack
Don't fuck with the Feds and that is a fact
I'm working the field Delino DeShields
Shit's getting real get
rich nigga
How u switch on da click nigga
All on our dick nigga
We was in da same movie clip nigga
How u say keep it real
Whn u dont keep it trill
Man
dollar-dollar
D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (ayy)
Still flyin' commercial when I can go private
Got rich enough that I can buy my own damn
way too many times
Everybody you know say you never was mine
Let a nigga come try, and get hit that iron
Got a real big heart, but I'm real deal
be thick be settin' up them tricks
Gettin' licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich
Start a business sell a ki pimp a bitch
Make that switch real
like the way them niggas hate
Invested into real estate
How you rich but don't know how to save
The come up coming from the struggle
All this cash gone
good, I had to pay her rent
Hope you know that shit around for real, we ain't playing rich
Half a milli' for a townhouse, it's why I'm staying in
Too
I done showed the world
Now we finna wrap it up, ya know what I'm sayin'
Welcome to the mind of a maniac
What part of real you niggas don't
Oh and we take your ho
Pull up in the Lamborghini with that big 44
Young rich nigga came from
The fucking kitchen
Whippin', whippin', whippin'
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
got the means to melt steel
Scraggy young meat call me real lean veal
Best meal since breakfast, I'm a real big deal
Beast from the East, sorta sleazy,
her lips on top of my label
I knew another freak, her name was Candy
Real big lips and they came in handy
I smooth got worked and it was so dandy
I
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