Lyrics:
[Chorus: x2]
Gotta give it to you however you want turn around let
me get up on it the club bout to close so shorty let's
roll but you kno I'll be
named Coke and he carried a cane
Coke and Endo two big macks
Coke had a grenade, told Endo catch
Doin' it just for fun best friends don't gank
You
the 94 suburban
Hit a dirt road with Big SMO
And a hog leg that im burnin
Big 6 and im bout my chips
Proud american, redneck rich
Shout out Pa Pa Fresh
Hit That Shit Z
Zavon you made another hit? (Yes, Yes it did)
Damnnn
Girl what's ya name I don't know but ya bout to tell me
When I pull up in
on the quickness up the side of you
Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you
Nigga we keep the streets hot
It's just us and the cops
And niggas die in shady spots
the best thing riding by right now (oh oh oh)
You the best thing doin' it big right now (oh oh oh)
You the best thing that I seen this year
Lookin' like
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
from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie
She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh
you worryin' bout what we got?
Curbs, birds, and homies slangin' peacocks
He plot, we plot, he cocked, we shot
Karl Kani stomp these niggas like Reebok
the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know
ain't apart of my decimals
Make sure it's multiplying is all I'm ever I worried about
If slow money beat no money, what the fuck you in a hurry bout
myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's
dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,
okay, we 'bout to peel by (brr)
Made my second million, okay, I quit for real now (for real now)
Then I bought some Ps, bought some hard, bought some
Came from the bottom
Down below
Not Roddy Rich
But I gotta get rich
And I be on my shit
Play with me
You'll get hit
These niggas be broke
They
ring), I'll do anything (anything)
Back in Cali (Cali), smokin' big weed (big weed)
Like sheesh, I'ma have to cool down, bringin' all the heat
I know
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
I'm not interested in procreation
I am not your big bro, fam we got no relation
If you not on this side
Then you guilty by
thinkin' bout my granny every time I'm off that shit
If I call them reapers up, they gon' get you, gon' quick
Shit, I'm drinkin' from the farm, yo shit gon'
a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (wasn't rich)
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was fuckin' with
right?
Big up the familia where my Filipinos at?
Likalento family wassup?
Uh, yeah, ay, ay, ay
Bitch you a yabang
No one care that you rap oof, sayang
the movie
Young nigga big motion so watch how you moving
No cap in my rap if you think so come prove it
Don't care bout no stripes but your life you can lose
bustas
Big balling bustas
Big balling bustas
Big balling bustas
Bout to go to the mall
Bout to make a couple calls
Bout to go to the ball
Bout to sit by
My money big bro (my money big bro)
Racks on racks im rich ho
Back up bitch im big bro
You got a bag? Then you big bro
You run sh*t for sh*t sho. Take
Guess who's back
Guess who's back muthafucka
Big ballin' ass muthafuckin' Breed
Givin' you what ya need, yeah
Smokin' a gang of weed hit them fools,
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