Lyrics:
match the ones that's on my 'fit (damn)
Seen a girl from high school in traffic, blew her a kiss (what up?)
Too rich for a broke bitch, baby, nah, we
that's my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh
Uh, uh, catch me ridin' like a bitch
Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin' with my
the dope by the train
We flying high in the plane
Style like majesty call that shit imperial
Designer jacket expensive material
My check got big numbers I
has spent most other
Nights this year the building is
Hidden in a residential neighborhood
Behind a high
Automatic gate the room reeks of
Berry-flavored
you niggas
What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of 5 G5
Can't get my foot off the gas, cruisin' way over the limit
But i just wanna be rich yeah, stack up the racks
Then make it expand, man i swear we'll make
'em twenty-five, but they get cheap, you get a dub (cheap)
You tryna score a hundred, nigga, I can make it flood (flood)
I'm saved by the bale for
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
pocket's gettin' bigger
"Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga"
Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung
"Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga"
Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung strawberry jocking me
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
the coke and
All the money in the spot
Act funny, get shot
Nigga, hands high
And I hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die
We can't stand goodbyes
"Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga"
Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung strawberry jocking me
I will not lose
I will not lose
I'm young black and rich
I'm young black and rich
I'm young black and
I will not lose
I'm young black and rich
I'm
the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
You big stench in my life, you big stench
Huh, I'm big rich
Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho
You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho
You
Your turn, you get them bitches, slang this
So Icy Boy, nigga
Down with Big Wop (brrt)
Ho, I pop a Perc', I'm up 'bout six blunts
Got rich in
Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 my Fam Lu, Spig
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
Drop to coupes new foreign whips big drip
Just left the casino I'm stacking up chips big drip
Big drip big drip car on my wrist
Big drip big drip
Well you don’t know this is DRAS blaze it along side my boy V.O.C. blaze it VOC big up yaself blaze it hey Karma
Karma is a bitch
Even though I
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 Immortal will never
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