Lyrics:
Hello Kitty on my wify wify
Gon be rich by any mean
Pull up in the slum with that Lamborghini
Martin Luther King it's started as dream yeah
Pull up in
a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him
But now he's grown up, to their surprise
Big Daddy got a hit record selling worldwide
Now the same
It's only the man in me
God forgive me, this man deceased (God forgive me)
We'll cut off your hands, come see (hey)
Rup up and score on the opps by
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
a nigga like Nas got nothing
To say to them niggas
I fuck with, only the trusted thug clique
Who really done shit, run up in your bitch
Bust the gun quick
the lick read? I'm in the big league
I'm a breath of fresh air, let the bitch breathe
I'm tryna chillax, but I had to do it, Dev
I'm at the funeral, like,
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie.. Biggie..
the best thing in the sky right now
You the best thing riding by right now (oh oh oh oh)
You the best thing doin' it big right now (oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Wonder woman bracelet, Murp Flintstone,
Jelly bean diamonds, crazy ice on,
Superman geeked up, 'lac truck rimmed up,
Superman rich-high Scottie just
house on my neck
Drop to coupes new foreign whip big drip
Bun a spliff fuss ting as mi wake up in the morning
Red lights on the smoke detectors go off
be
Lit up my neck, hit the lottery
Did it for Prodigy
Wilding in Prada
Oh while I be worth my mind and my prophecy
Coppin' these properties
Came
match the ones that's on my 'fit (damn)
Seen a girl from high school in traffic, blew her a kiss (what up?)
Too rich for a broke bitch, baby, nah, we
drive it, this moment is timeless
They copy, I'm shinin', I'm on it, I'm grindin'
He got caught in that North, he wasn't totin' the rocket
Got shot in
don't smoke wraps
Cause I like my weed pure
I just caught the hiccups damnit, pick up
Drinking big bop bitch, smoking big lungs
Cook her this sausage for
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
locked up, she said, "You better swing"
Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream
I run all in this shit (man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green
got all that
Me and my niggas we on that
She threw it back so I caught that
Hell yea I got all that
It's been a min since we ain't been in it I get it
You big stench in my life, you big stench
Huh, I'm big rich
Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho
You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho
You
another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock
dumb rich
Hunnid round right in my bag
I got sick no slatt
I got Vetement jean nocap
Okay, big big big big slime
I got tech I don't want my pints
Check
I’m still goin in like rich homie
My n**** I stood on yo block
Took a piss on it
Still the same n**** LiBrutha da big homie
Tryna get rich and stay rich
I guess I'm too caught up in your love, too caught up in your touch, too caught up in what
was for us
Too caught up in your love, too caught up in
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