Lyrics:
the clubs I be by myself
I don't have an army
Big Nina on my waist line
You can ask Cory bet I have it on me
March first twenty twenty one had my first son
puffs
Sipping tea at 8:30
Island time, baby ain't no rush
By noon, already caught a pump
Big brunch, already fueled up
Lotta protein, my fruit is plump
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
a digit
Got a midget in the stash kinda hard for it to fit in
So how can I broke
When I go by name of Rich
And I shouldn't have to call bitch
Cus you know
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
Niggas done started something
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sipping margaritas wit
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
the mall by myself
Baby i can ball by myself
Hit licks by myself
I can get rich by myself
I can take trips by myself
I dont need nobody help
Shit i smoke
Ho, what you on?
Straight up
They opps still playin', huh?
Twenty thousand square feet house by the water (water)
Water (water), water (water),
kids
Fuckin' round by the moonlight
Remember late night
Fondue by the fire
And any time you gotta cry
I be right by your side lil mama
You be the good
with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by you
I just told a bad bitch, "Slide through" (slide)
Two-seater, hop in, she can ride through
ran by rich old white men and uncle Toms
The youth may be dumb but the old are corrupt and blinded by religious tradition
Separation was made for
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
wit me (ain't fuckin' wit me).
That's what I be (that's what I be); big dope celebrity.
[Verse 1: Frank Calhoune]
North 20-Nameth Street; I been
Armour, Asics, Reebooks, and Adidas
All these brands competing to be worn by the elitest
Whiskey, gin, tequila, vodka, salted margaritas
Can be fun, but
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
having hella clothes
And I bang Rich Gang to the core
I turned my ruby stone to a charm
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
swoop Rich Homie
Done tore her down
Plus she wanna fuck me cause I order
Up the ones by the motherfuckin' pound
Plus just chase after the motherfuckin'
This is a day in the life
See I make big money and I fuck nigga's wives
And I only skate twenty fours
Young pimpin' still slammin' them Chevrolet
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