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Keep it a buck I bought me a seat
I sleep with my laser pistol on me
I'm bribing wishes out of the genie
So rich I carry more than Marni on me
My

I’m Randy Mossin’
Yeah I’m bout to go like zero to sixty like a V twelve
Ight here we go gon lay out a procedure
Hit a lick rich bitch take her daddy

building up
Stay tune if you know what I mean
But first
(Ugh)
I got a couple names that people try to call me
Such a big dreamer like I’m stuck up in a coma

Aye bro, finally!
Welcome to the album, Listen Hard Or Disregard
(I'm still drunk) Facts, and we're on our way (Yuh!)

Smoke said the folks throwing

mentor no guidance just blinded by diamonds
Just living for rhyming forget my religion
For birds in the kitchen
My homie in prison I'm miss him
Pause
Shed

call Tyrone
Hit the road Jack
Don't come back I do it on my own
Not gonna get a record deal by giving niggas done
Won't taste it lick it spread it
Fuck

birds gone, on some Larry shit TC fucked seven hoes in four a day, no, we
Not GD I'm my own competition, why would I listen
To your CD
Once I hit

Rock Bottom

Bun B

Str8 Killa

2010

Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my

space.
Hit her first night, at the Mandalay
Rich nigga taste
Grapes on a plate!

Grapes on a plate make yo lady bite the bait,
Big fish shit dat ain’t

to fix cap
No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks
The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks
I'll admit that, I hit

I talk rich shit,
Diamonds hit hit,
Boy yo Rollie fake that bitch tic tic,
Need a mop when I step in this that drip drip,
She wasn’t fuckin with me

Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky

It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man

scared 'cause she stick by my side
And I stay with that stick by my side
Bitch, I'm rich 'til I die, yeah
Bitch, I'm rich 'til I die
Shawty never

Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck

Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah!

If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma

[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall

across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man

No Love From Oakland

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the shit
Big bank on my finger

bands feel like you rich until you see where your plug stay 
If that shit don’t wanna hit I need a new device to play 
Always a celebration when

little airpod
Oh
Yo, what's up, this is little airpod
Yo, little airpod wanna hop on this track dude? We're doing another album...
Well I mean yeah, kinda

I'm big rich house massive
They subtracted my taxes
Now i'm balling fantastic
Sticky Sticky
Imma hit the club get litty litty
We in the house get busy

For me and you
I gotta do it big
For me and you
I'm trying to get
Us rich
Take that bag
And make it flip
Double the pack
Gotta move a lick

For me

Tru 2 This

Big Mack

Legal Dope

1995

bitch and stackin my grip
Don't trip, cause I'm spitting shit and making hits
Tearing up the strip with this Big Mack shit
Yeah, just like the sound

hit that shit twice
I label these hoes, this bitch gotta price
If I drop an album, I drop that shit right
Will I tap that hoe? It's a roll of the dice