Lyrics:
can eat that pussy for breakfast, dinner, and lunch
And uh, she been waiting all night for this hard pipe
I think she called twice
Before you knew it I
shines, I shine, I don't miss a thing
All I need is money, friends, clubs, cars
I'm giving you the gas, the problems are left behind us
Big successful rich
They rather get booked they can't get caught without it
Them niggas is shook how you gon walk without It
My hittas forreal look they don't talk about
And blessing all the angels that fell
I told my moma I’ll get rich off this music But lately I been using bags and a scale
Target practice I’m so automatic
You
they wan kpai me
In a drive by
Ask me how I do it
Don't ask why
Oh you thought I wouldn't make it?
Lai lai
Igbo boys hold your head up high
They tried
was tight thinkin' everything's all right
Doin' the same shit to a different bitch every night
Just dickin'em down like a gigolo
So you gotta peep
On the Foothill bust number forty-three
All the way on the back she was workin' me
Had my big beatbox and I was jammin' the beat
I met this freak named aunt
rich hoes, he ain't cheap
Versace robe on, twelve-hundred-dollar sheets
Gotta sleep ass naked if you spend the night with me
Beat her to the punch, I
keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac
And let me
bitch
Not rich and way below average shit
Why you sending heart eyes and likes
Say I'm your crush
Ima need you to say sike
Talking big game pussy niggas
to trick myself
Into thinking I was being serviced by a nurse
You can't even imagine what the fuck I've been through
I'm psycho, I'll rub my own nut all
all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass TV screen
I keep a bad bitch call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her,
come from!
Fuss ting mi a buy as me get rich a dumpland!
4 stick wid panclip leff anybody puncture!
Di scope pick u up all wen di google naa function!
If
at me with her pussy lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz
Look at you, now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas live rich as fuck
eight-figure, that's my type
That's my type, nigga, that's my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe
Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all night
Rich nigga,
have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy
A.M all the lights on
Nothing new
Ima grind on my grind all my life 'fore I'm due
Forty days forty nights that's math you
Multiply income count your
the knowledge
To know what happened but that's only if he
Survive through the night
If you owe me a knick
I be at your door I don't gotta turn
A knob all I gotta
Ay ay ay ay for as long as I remember
I've been tellin' y'all man to pull these n**** resumes
You better check up on me n****
These n****s be
she wanna watch you get the dope dick
Black bottles, late night givin' you dope dick
100 room mansions, I paid all of the tax
No shots, but I write
getting started bitch
Don't act like you don't know who I am
I'm cool, I'm calm, all night long
Yeah I'm the man
I just want a big big bag
I just want a big
like this
Oh God I miss you, c'mon
Y'all can't see this (B.I.G. motherfuckers)
That this might be the night (Mobb Deep motherfuckers, Bad Boy
in this shit, we want all the fuckin' money man
We get all the money, independent where it's at man
I'ma tell y'all independents like this
If you
Yeah I'm the best to ever do it bitch
And you the best at never doin' shit
If you the shit then I am sewer rich
Try me and ill have your people
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