Lyrics:
Yo I'm rich, black the 6, the Lac
The Phantom, the strap, stay on my lap
I'm a hustler, ganja puffer, iron tucker
I get ripped in the afternoon
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
ain't Fivi' but I got that Big Drip
This ain't no race don't trip bitch
I took an L and then I got big lit
Uh, now I'm just tryna' get big rich, I
Ain't
gliss gliss gliss
Gotta a mama up in here
Dat I miss miss miss
I ain't used to have nothing
Now I'm rich rich rich
To da bently from da cutlass
Now
and ya mamas I'm in
Phony ain't flying and i'm flying wit a couple less friends
In a benz, in a lamb, I won't rent, money spent
Won't pretend like I'm rich
back
I don't play that x 4
I like bitches like you
5'2" wearing light blue
The freak get high too
With a fly dude
Not a Erika Badu
smoke hollow reefer
With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
It's brutal
Seeing them treat us like lower
staying down on this pimpin bout' these hoes
but some niggas fuck shit up for real niggas
and dat shit just makes me get so high
(Chorus) 5x
stones from Greece
In mouth he had like thirty plus karats
Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic
Told niggaz if he dies he want a glass casket
you, look through to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps
how you get got
This one goes to all them Big Will cats
With ice on they limbs and big rims on they Ac'
You rollin' 'round town with your system
We just trying to do good and more
Six
Five
Who you do it for
Get high when you feeling low to get by but you knew it though
Uh knowing a nigga
'til five.
Thank you Mister Railroad Man, I want to watch your train roll by.
Standing on the platform, smoking a big cigar,
Waitin' for some old
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high
eighty five I keep riding in a circle
The inside of my ride smelling like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold
Aye big crib
New bills
Everything plush
Big Cake
Real estate
Everything up
Big trips
Quick flips
Everything work
Hair did
Nails did
Everything done
New
high high high
Now i'm face to face with the guy
Still alive after drive by
He told me because i'm a good guy
He told me because i'm too wahal
He told me
alarm
(Damn)
The fireplace outer space with Orion's Belt
(What?)
Big jewels on myself with the tiger smell
(Huh?)
Straight out the jungle, stingray kiss
nobody
They ain’t tryna get rich they know no roddy
Clutching a 5th ina stars with my bitch like I’m Yo gotti
Whaaaa
Jammin with 5 star chick
Ye for my
Yeah
Ja som pravda, Ja som Big .... de la
Si nejaká veselá
To by si len chcela, Suka
Zober sa more a vypadni do piče
A to bez debát, Bleskovo]
I see the rich and the poor
There's no middle class
Ran outta pages in the passport
Too many stamps
I seen too many plans
Never see the light
but can't
Even drive a boat
Remind me of Red 5's, put 'em on the Redbox
Niggas pulled up on me
Almost shot me by the greenbox
We was talkin', trappin'
spark it up and we lit
Smoke up the ganja, we high off this shit
Drop like five hundred, my dispo straight love me
Smoke up all the weed, high asf
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