Lyrics:
or
somethin'
I'll leave it up to you if I'ma touch or somethin'
Ya want to cut or somethin'
Ya just let me know
We ain't bout no game
Now when I say we I
ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill (ice, ice)
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill (mob)
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did
Drinkin' on some Henny VSOP, it be in me, bitch
Smokin' on some weed, a hundred percent, it be fire, bitch (SkyDiddy)
What you tryin' to do, I done
Ain't 'bout dollars, get no text back
Packs, you know I flip that
Already had my setbacks
I pull up with the big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big
my mama was at home drinkin', thinkin' 'bout the bills
I was dreamin' 'bout the mills, runnin' 'round lookin' for thrills
I guess this is how it
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
chopper, boy you better spray him
Brrt, brrt 'bout that check for the interference (brrt, brrt)
Me in the game like Madden (brrt, brrt), catch your bitch,
don't make cents/sense
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they really ain't shit, they
nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya, how to get rich nigga
Wish I had a step-by-step book
All the roads and the paths you took
When you lost it all, how'd
them glizzy's tucced
Y'all can't beef cuz y'all ain't rich enough
You niggas clicking up
Big ole sticc, extended drum
We pushed up word to my mom
Me
and a lie I'll let you decide for ya self
Pay me no mind, I'm just surviving and tryna get by with no wealth
If I'm rich or If I'm broke
I won't give in
There is nothin' there (There)
You stare at me (Me?)
Cuz I stole your bitch (Bitch!)
That is how it is (Okay)
All the time now (Yuh!)
Drinkin' till I
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
year, made a big profit (yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket
Verse 1
So high off this rap shit
You could say I spaced out
fuck bein gangsta
I just needed me a way out
Never been a banga
I just took care o my
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
you just a rat
Tryna ride my wave
I'm big big shark you a little bitty nat
Big big big facts
They ain't ever lend no help
Tryna get rich
Just tryna
yourself that shit
The only friend I got, is my fuckin pistol grip
Filthy rich I know you love it
I done made your ass fat
And you still talkin bout 25 off
Huh?!
Shit!
What they talking bout?
Let's go!
Thicc girls, big cars
A goldchain hangin' from my dick
Yeah got diamonds on my wrists
I'm gonna
Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush, that big body Benz I was born to push
On my way I'm burning
an iced-out clock
Shawty, yeah, you got one shot
Hen-dog, we ain't drinkin' on Scotch
Lil' bitch gotta slop my top
Took the top off the coupe, chop-chop
(Earl on the beat)
Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy
of line, get you popped up in the kisser (sticks, real checks)
Rich nigga shit, we on the 'Roc, not the liquor
Rich nigga shit, I swap her out and then I
the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it
Ha? I get rich why'all
Ha, boy I done bought D's wid dis
Big bout-it Benz car
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