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
a crook 'bout money, if you owe me better pay my money
So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money
And I don't really need new friends
So please
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
the bottom
Had to come up, now I'm rich rich
I make your girl wanna holla
You know I came with the drip drip
Looking like I hit a big lick
I make these broke
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Lookin out my window hypnotized by the rain
In a trance reminicing bout the soldiers slain
Fighting wars in the brain trying to maintain
Hoping
spit
I ain't worried bout no nigga, ain't gotta diss I'm just tryna make songs, make a million hits
I rather be wealthy than bein' rich Just hung with
and it's glistenin' (Uh)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Rrr)
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga
where they're playin' skelly in the parking lot
And sell paintings of Aaliyah, B.I.G. and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you don't really
(Coach me, Joey, Damn, E, this a classic)
(Joey)
I'm still rich niggas pillow talkin' to some
Hoes that I been hit (I been hit)
Put a couple tags
that lethal oh well it bout time that I shoot
I be Livin like I wanted to do
You be runnin when you hear the gun shoot
You be out coutin people drinkin
but got dreams of a jet
You think that you ball
But you ridin' the bench
I go by Young Stank
My weed got a stench
You don't get the picture
Can't see
em
Rich bitch badder than a misfit
You be popping big shit
Don't care who it is
You killin' em
Hit stick
Grant your whole wish list
If I book her
the show"
Before bottles start flyin' and you runnin' for the door
You talking 'bout cuttin' and hittin' skins
We talkin' bout, beat dat face
T-dot niggas
all us sippin'
All us spillin', all us drinkin'
All us drunk
All us havin' fun in the club
You know it's goin' down
Gettin' fucked up, yeah
I just
on time by sunset
If a muthahucka wit it then a nigga gone get it i ain't talking bout nothing but respect
A.k we play no games no time nah nigga
You play
There you go, there you go
That should get you feelin', uh
Astoundin'
Two twins and they got it bouncin'
Drinkin' too much, now they ‘bout lit
Joshua hit
Talkin' 'bout your real, real, real friends
If you're single, single wide kickin'
If you're hilltop big house livin'
If it's hittin' the fan or if it's
Skinny rich girl swag skinny rich girl swag
Drinkin' out the bottle like my stomach gone
Pussy rappers couldn't reach me
With a hundred arms
Smokin'
two,never gave a f*ck bout one
Never gave a f*ck bout you,but you know that I'm big like Pun
Yeah I got the racks,yeah i got the stacks
Bout to cop a Draco
Enuh Cyah End Wi
Rich Nigga Shit Talk To Mi Friendly
Just Seh The Word Head Leff Empty
cy,
You No See How Mi Hot Carolina Reaper (Hot)
Cyah Step Inah No
to
You can swallow me if you want to
Tips hollow, and if you wanna die
Got it on me like, "fuck you"
(Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
Backwoods, dank rolled big
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