Lyrics:
to know
Put my big boy in her love below
(There she blows) HiiiPower controlling
Our hustle keep going, sh shitting on niggas
Excuse all our colons,
)
I'm him
I'm a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin' to me
I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)
Prisoner in my
her baby take it slow
You aint on my mind bro Im usually thinking dough
Were coming up fast said Your due to make it blow
Baby on my cock behind
Fuck Kankakee police department they be on some other shit
Free my brother rich and free little Sosa out the jam bitch
Big bro bonds a mil ticket cut
the money, they fall in love
I need more, it's not enough
Ain't nobody I could trust (yeah)
Blow my mind, don't blow me up (Brrrt)
Don't fold, I go
X games
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
argue
Wit a crazy mi mi mi mi mind
You ought-a know by now
Is that all you get for your money?)
Big jewels and they iced out
Nice trucks Big rims piped
dun got mad cash and money to spend
Money to straight blow and money to lend
And only then, You made it past stage one, My friend
[Chorus 2x]
[Ice-T]
up
Blow job Betty better blow me up
I remember the day when I first met her
Bitch kinda loose so I knew I'd get her
Walked up to her said
"my
I put my mind to something
Can't no mother fucker stop me
Envisions of being rich
Rocking Polo and Versace
Fame ain't the aim for me
Can't deal with
Big Meech
Niggas blow smoke they dont really want it though
Plug got me lit got them birds for the low
Plug hit my line he bout to make me rich
He bout
Nigga, blow your house down, mm (blow your house down)
Leave a bloodstain on your couch now, yeah
Flood my wrist (flood my wrist)
What you think now?
wanna go back yeah
All I want is big drips, big six, big Mints, big whips(huh)
big hits (huh),big wins(huh), big Deals huhhhh
I told her my mind and she
you know I'm tryna go big on big
Im bout to blow hunnid a show you know I say that again an again
Bitch I'm feeling my shit I'm feeling my bitch I'm
My city full of big big dreams
At night getting real quick thrills
Minds filled with get rich schemes
Don’t call me as I drill these skills
Close
get outta line with me
Or it's a drive-by
My nigga Blow gon' sponsor the ride wit' me
Y'all saw the movie Venom, right?
Well despite a man (Spider Man)
broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got
the hottest in the game
Just leaving no debate
I was really two years
Not i gotta full plate
It's a everyday grind
Money on my mind
It's a everyday grind
)
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my
got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice?
With flows older than the first sold cold soda
Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
Them cincos are at it again, blow doja
I am like Iron Mike,
my K full
We rich niggas, baby, we ain't chasin' you
(Nah)
Sixteen, I was robbin' on Craigslist (What?)
Drippin' hard like a fresh shot of Actavis
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
walkin'
Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go
My gat too big to let my belt show
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
But these chicks think
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