Lyrics:
Griselda
Yeah, nigga
By fashion rebels
We take the blicks when we go to Quad, nigga
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
We ain't fuckin' with
I'm so high I just need a wall to lean on
Phone home, get so stoned when we gone
Cookie smoking, the ozone, rich snowcone
Mink, it cost five, I leave
tek dry
I don't talk about the money like a deaf guy
Yeah I fronted you a bag you in debt guy
Rich hoe wit me with a high sex drive
Yeah my check live
dismissed
What the fuck you mean by pride?
I got 4, 5, 6 kids wanna see me die
Okay, I'm alive, I'm alive,thats a surprise, what's the price?
Fuck your
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
sky high, high
Cause I’m trying to ease the pain away
Ain’t no hero gonna save the day
I’m up at 5
I Hop in the ride
I gotta go to a job that I hate
realistic
Nothing is figurative
I can wish it into existence
God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread
I get high and forget who bled
Who we
these kinds of deals typically
Range between $5 and $50M
Product when a company is
Acquired for it's product
But not it's business
The acquirer plans
clock these niggas
A sight to see Big Ben
Ben Ben Big
I can chop niggas limbs off
By punchlines I sawed off
I'm pulling niggas limbs off
With
Better know, I'm about my dough
cnd if you play with my bread then i'm gone let it blow
Let it grow, then multiply by more
If you tryna learn the way
Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could
your train roll by?
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting
Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat,
(Verse 1: Richie Rich)
I learned first
A bitch gon' move like she want to
Through the grass, to camaflauge the ass
Her main goal, the cats
Ayy, I'm a rich Blood, by the way
And I'm havin' swag, Rollie old like a tape
Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man,
on gram you got big plans
And you never let no man interfere with your stance
Girl I know you work that 9-5 grind I can tell by the benz
the ladder , only to find a coupe of Jews
Thug city, grey sky
Black child fill sub city
Drug city, mug city , big gun city
Pull you out your V dub city
TB
B-lo
(East side of that B-lo)
Black and pink doors
Neck lit up like it's Reno
(Neck lit up like it's Reno, ah)
Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino
shot
From at least about five years ago
When I was in junior high goin' to Marshall
The homey use to come up to the school and rock
And leave
starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by da truck loads
Rollin up big fat el productos
down in the DM, even your stock
You gotta love it, bitches after me, hassle me by the dozen
If she can't have me, she ask do I got a brother
I'm
Gotta get the whole family big rich
I can't see us struggle on the low
I can tell my mama don't think I really know
When the bills get high
That's when
Yo yo check it
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two letter cars SE's
Hold on fuck they talking bout
Imma real rich nigga
Instead of getting all in your feelings
You can get rich with him
Im five foot eight but still
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