Lyrics:
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Chasing big blues like they Briscoe
I might go fuck me a rich hoe
I'm bouta fuck on your rich hoe
And now our sextape on the VSCO
Me and my bitch,
Plenty
Plenty pain in my heart
Mind your business if you see me off a perk
I got plenty bitches
They be mad at a nigga
I’m the reason that they
Bitch, funky fresh from Oakland, California
Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby
Bitches on my mind
I can't hold back, now's
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
drive seat recline
Big wheelie man
Doin scams for the rich and if
It runs in my fam cross roads, cross breeds
Cross over weak mc's
Horse man will always
awards and
It's powered by Nissan
Big Tigger off the top, it's what we do
Everybody in Hip Hop, please stop through!
BET instabooth LIVE from the
Carpet
Poppin like I been rich
Yeah
Poppin like been rich
Dat's Me
Yeah For Real Tho
Let's Go
Ion give a fuck about what they say about me
I go by the name
Used to get it by the mailbox
Hunnid bands on a wrist watch
Dumb bitch blow the brains out
It's a blessing (what)
I was broke but now I'm flexing
me, keep her breezy with her fat ass. (Fat ass.)
Big thangs on my mind; ain't trippin' at all.
They call me $hort, but I got a big dick in my
me, keep her breezy with her fat ass. (Fat ass.)
Big thangs on my mind; ain't trippin' at all.
They call me $hort, but I got a big dick in my
refined
Say wouldn’t you like to know whats
Going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see
Hey Big Spender
busy
Go back outside and finish gettin' my money"
The bartender laughed, said, "You pimp niggas is funny"
And I'll tell you once again
It blows my mind
bought my own pole
You already know what I'm on, blow
I had to walk to school with it
I couldn't tote no long nose
Runnin' from the police grippin'
it rinse, more businesses
Weed with the toe, i'm a blow that wind
How you get by in this life of sin
Trapper of the year trying dodge that bin
Had
Give me my respect
Og shit, running up a check
Big Big homie
Big big homie
Big big homie
Big big homie
Big big watch
Big big glock,
Big big bank
Big
tongue ay
Big Homie tell me how to keep it goin'
A nigga riding with the top off (Rich Gang)
And now I need a new Hairdo
Bitch you know my diamonds
I'm just being realistic
If I was rich, no one in my life would have to stress
Ya'll would get the world and nothing less
Yeah I said if I was rich, I
Got my eyes on the road, mind how you go
Big time it gets hard coping
No losing yourself in emotion
No proving yourself for commotion
Get nuff girls no
(big shit)
And it stay shinin' like a sandal, whoa, wait (shee)
Chanel on my bitch
Ain't gottta tell you to tell that I'm rich
Get out of pocket, we
am too rich to be caught in the mix
Forgi' lift it, baby, blow 'em a kiss
Put on a fit, copy my drip
Thirty-round clip, Glock with the switch
I got my mind right with this shit
I'm so fucked up 'bout this
Got me out of my feelings
What I love is my business
What I love is my business
What
respect my mind, you pussy bitch (pussy bitch).
Point-Blank, niggaz ain't fuckin' wit me (ain't fuckin' wit me).
That's what I be (that's what I be); big
tryna be rich by time the horn blows
Tryna put my niggas in them front rows
Tryna put my mama in that big Rolls
Tryna make a way for my new girl
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