Lyrics:
own disgrace
Get to work bitch
And if you're good I'll let you jerk it
You don't have to be filthy rich
You just gotta be my bitch
You don't have
My eyes closin' but my third eye's open, whoa (Whoa, whoa)
Get rich or die smokin' (Get rich or die smokin')
If they hatin' on the Bern then
huddled up by my door, girl
Reducing the value of my dinero
Big deal, one real
Chance to get filthy rich
Look in a mirror, fix up your hair, dear
We can't
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
ain't no fuckin' rapper (woo)
He say he get them 'bows for cheap, ooh, he a big capper (why you cap?)
'Cause every time I ask him where they at, he
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
the watch face
It came with the freckles
Got a black card to pay
For all the incidentals
And my house so big I hear my whispers echo
Lord rich forever,
Im filthy in my mind
Gettin' filthy rich
Money money muller
Im filthy all the time
Gettin filthy rich
Money money muller
Yeah it's 4 in the mornin'
This is for the big boys
Rich Igbo boys
Igbo boys don't play with their business
How I make my money
Is none of your business
As I dey mind my own
filthy rich one day.
And the next morning end up broke.
I'm glad I learned my lesson, way back in '87.
I was wide around the mouth, by them burritos,
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
Oh man look that this
The kids only dream
Was to make it filthy rich
Now ain't that a bitch
Nigga stop tho
You hit the block tho
And got it hot
What
trying get paid
Just wait till I'm filthy and rich
All you bastards can suck on my dick
It feels like I'm trapped in a cage
No windows just lights buzzing
you're open for, I take a bit of your life And I'ma, sit back, sip Yak Top shit Fauna spit, mov a brick, pimp a bitch until I'm filthy rich Sit back, sip
dumb rich
Hunnid round right in my bag
I got sick no slatt
I got Vetement jean nocap
Okay, big big big big slime
I got tech I don't want my pints
Check
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
and tuxedos
Eating sheppard bed meals, cashing big burritos
Big dinero, rich money don't sleep
I got to have it every day of the week
Rich Bitch Problems, I
Niggas Imma Be Rich
Niggas Imma Be Rich
And I ain't gonna stop until the day I die
My chain keeps swinging from left to right, it's like
Imma Be
the story of Robin Hood
At last, grab my ski-mask out the closet
Now let's see how big did my balls get?
I brush my teeth, it takes a thief
Swervin' 'cause
don't mix
I got bad bitches comin' by the twos like a Twix
Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she
(Uu,uu,uu,ah,ah,Ruth Chris)
(Manna Dosanjh)
(Heh,Heh,Heh)
That's that rich life, she want to eat Ruth Chris (haa)
You can't even fight, you just got
“Rich Homie”
My n**** I stood on yo block
Took a piss on it
Still the same n**** LiBrutha da big homie
Tryna get rich and stay rich like quan
N****
a split
I gotta be rich
Ima be rich
Verse 1:
I gotta be rich
Sack bout as big as it Get
Pack bout as loud as it get
Water my neck and my wrist
Car
mil', now that's a deal
Filthy rich at his best
Love hell I write, with a 7 on my chest
I come, real street knowledge, boulevard trade school
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