Lyrics:
just for warning
I'm overseas in a foreign selling keys while I'm touring
I heard your bitch say you boring
Now I'm rich rich rich rich rich
Millionaire
You know I've been drinkin
Smell like marijuana
People pull me over, I'm a be a goner
Every time we hook up, smell like California
She said baby make
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
Once I go turn up a noch ima get rich as shit I'm talkin bout Cadillac Rich
Member I wasn't havin shi then a nigga got lit n now I'm really big rich
(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich
on that bike, you bound, girl
We too wild, won't turn down
We drunk in love, fuck them
I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin'
I get filthy when that
Yeah, I been drinkin' on Tuss, yeah (yeah)
You gave this money, had to make him hush (hush), yeah (ayy)
I hit a shot before the shot clock (shot
(Ayy) Thugger, Juug
(We got London On Da Track)
You understand, Young Stunna nigga (Rich Gang)
Woo, know what I'm sayin' (lil' whoadie 'bout
up with my cap back
futuristic with the abstract
super vicious with the fast rap
Come in the door with oowop
What you gone do bout my niggas too hot
It
(Playmakers)
I took a rich down to Presi' is water (Presi' is water)
Punchin' my wife's and you watchin' a quarter (quarter)
These bitches never
and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit,
And he ain't checked the time on his wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gonna' leave my big
're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
made me rich
Where you from? California
What city? Compton
What you drive? Impala
What you smokin' on? Chronic
What you drinkin' on? Patron
die or somethin', everybody falls
We live by this shit
You got money, you fall, it gon' catch you
Want the whole team rich
Want the whole team
I know I fucked up, I'm just a loser
Shouldn't be with ya, guess I'm a quitter
While you're out there drinkin', I'm just here thinkin'
'Bout where I
Big Meech
Niggas blow smoke they dont really want it though
Plug got me lit got them birds for the low
Plug hit my line he bout to make me rich
He bout
community
My brother's keepers, Migos we got unity
'Bout to fire up at the park right on Harrington (gang)
To the bando, you see niggas gamblin'
Hit
shit
Too much tricks, manipulation, it feel fake
Instead of like Big Meech you
Could be like Bill Gates
Real cake don't come from
When you deal weight
thighs like I play for the league
I been winnin' lately, they won't play for my team
You take somethin' from me, get put on a tee (bah, bah)
I got rich
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