Lyrics:
a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm going big bitch, suck my dick
Yeah I'm going big
I’m rich as fuck, I was just broke look how the time fly
Wise guy, she gone wanna fuck cause my neck wet up like a drive by
Different colors in
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
from overseas, different exotic coupes, purple G's overseas
Let's have a toast, let's go and drink the best to the good life
Diamonds in my cup, drinking
Playing w/ Big Cake Yeah Big Lawyers
I’m Lowkey OT, Whipping Up The Goya
This Shit I Showed Ya, The Shit I Told Ya
Way Before The Album, No Bullshit Like
tell
That motherfuckin album drop
Yeah bitch
Imma be on worldstar
That mean more cars
Might meet more stars
Better influences
Cant let this lifestyle
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
You in big wheels baby we some ballers
Money ain't a thang to the boy Gucci Mane
Old school Chevy same color cocaine
Ridin through the hood
make it through these hard times,eventually
the standard fight,walk by faith an' not by sight
we're all the same color when you turn off the lights
i
telling me it varies?
Different cooler shades?
That real damn scary
Hey, by the way
Just drop the judge, jury, execution her
Nobody say shit when I'm
love rich, cause I'm hood rich
Your girl call me GD I got that good dick
Fucked up, coupe big, polo stupid
Brown shirt, brown man, same color roof in
Brr, Lord let me catch my drift, ah
Roll a big chopper
While the ride getting wiped down
The white I got right now
Will turn your wife light-brown
a rich, rich, rich, rich girl, man
I'm sick and tired of the stories that you always tell
Shakespeare couldn't tell a story that well
See, you're
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
the Nile
Know me get laid like tile
Got rich, bought me an isle
New shuttle, blast the quarter mile
Color coordinated my style
Clean slate pull my file
I’m
a person
Every lyric is thought out so I can blow your mind
I spit tennis balls, got a big head so they fit
I wear the stupidest color that you could
pop out again
Ok they the same coupe but they two different colors
I should chop of the top and then keep on the other
I got 25 karats on my bitch
little pocket money
Car body sylvester color
I'm somewhat of a son from a different cuttin
Juice n buttons pussycat tygas comin
Like shakes off new hummers
Hollywood rolling up another zip
Who the fuck you with?
Diamonds I got different colors
Police coming, we ain't tellin'
Pack is loud, my kush is yellin'
it Rosemary
Different color diamond lookin' like a bowl of salad
A bowl of salad with more than twenty-four karats
White Styrofoam cup goin' like
bow-legged that pussy hit different (it hit different)
Said that the regular-degular neva impress her
And aant a rich nigga (want a rich nigga)
I mess with
goin' on
Back and forth with niggas when it was goin' wrong, I'd never put that on song (never)
Drinkin' water, thoughts of gettin' rich, I think
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