Lyrics:
Big Latto (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
C-o-c-a-I-n-e
The rich mans high what it used to be
But things looking different in eighty-five
Cocaine, cocaine is that your high
Since age thirteen what
used to be broke on my own tho
But I stood ten toes on my own though
Rich dialogue text with my bro though
Fuck niggas but we live by our own code
Big
like Zen with lightning
When this storm comes you're frightened
You laugh I'm creasing no iron
Cause Tony's gone no one's crying
High in the clouds when
hallucinating
Thinking that they better it's ok
We gone live a rich life
And move far far away
Big house in the mountains
Or maybe by the beach
Smoking strong
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
the machine
I'm hearing my name
Big drip rich shit we lit I'm high as La Flame
I'm from the bottom where niggas be trapping and robbing them lil niggas gang
It's Gucci!
Richie!
1017, Rich Forever
Burr
I don't even know how much my wrist cost
Ayy, ayy
(TheLabCook)
Plug walk (heh, plug walk, plug,
the bullseye
My money 5'9
And my shawty like 5'5
Her girl fine too
On my dick like high tide
On the beach
And I'm sipping on a mai Tai
Bunch of Dai-Li agents
Yea ima um Put the Yop
Fifteens thirties
Fuck it, pop em
M fives rps
Fuck it, cop em
Rich Nigga sex always lit
When you high
Panoramic roof, off
playin' overseas
I am the king young rich nigga check out my rings
Real street nigga I got a team
All ice when I pour up the lean
Loud gas I get high
Big back yard I'ma soak my oaks
My story gon be told by so and so
With the bla bla blas and he did that tho
I should be a chief I supply that dope
Once
ticking, on this mic I'm riffing
Like a harp
Even with my arms tied I'm spitting
Goodbye, good riddance
Took five of these beans and I got
High but it's not
week bro, I'm finna
Look, uh
I give my runners S5s with the Benzymes
I'm big time and still will get
Mines' off the quick dimes my chicks fine
Wash
Foxxx, Bunchy The Fat Bastard, Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin'!
(Outlaw
(speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew'd out
On the back seat
in the sky, one mile high
Built to shelter the rich and greedy
Rows of eyes, disguised as windows
Looking down on the poor and the needy
Miles
rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands
[Wyclef Jean]
Big & Rich, Wyclef Jean
There goes the neighborhood, Oh Oh!
[Chorus: Big & Rich]
Please man, don?t call the police man
Why can
Cherrie
Would you bring it on over here
I got a big jet black Cadillac
Parked out back in the rear
I'd give you twenty five heathens
To serve you a six
by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I'm dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin', but the bad
impolite
G5 and my nigga slide
Ay homie put me on the line
Bitch you know my nigga winning battles
Big rack stuffed in the 9
Young dawg nigga on the slime
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