Lyrics:
been needin' some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
of the hour
Stepped in ever so smooth like aa aa
Ain't rich but I'm still tryna ball Kaka
That big masoko got me like aa aa aa
The streets ain't safe aunty aa
indo getting served by high demands
I deserve a sorry from my ex too
Just want my haters to be blessed too, too
Need all of my money and my respect too
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
I hate fan behavior
I can't stand that bitch
I just get my bread say fuck it stay alone I'm rich
How the fuck that boy made ten I done spent it all
I’ll be, on the inside looking out
Rolling, fortune five
When I’m rich, getting’ hot chicks
I’ll write blank checks every time
For my white collar crimes
dice with them boys
Right by Pull-A-Part
You looking stupid
Like you don't know who I am
It's Big Jim-hill
Aka that boy Karam
From McNair all the way
a dick
Rich
So how yu askin bout it when yo bitch kno
Rollin rollin Rollin Rollin
Big smoke
I don't wanna see you FaceTime
Niggas dying in the day time
And when I fuckin' spit, niggas get to tuckin' shit
Tryna duck down wherever they can fuckin' get
They better ask somebody
'Fore I have big truck pass
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
Ah yeah huh..America the Beautiful
Huh, yeah, let me introduce y'all..to the Wildside
Annie was a high school cheerleader
Pom poms and bobby
on the T.V. Screen whiling
Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling
Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas
Be Jealous, cuz I'm
(Ooh, y'all look good)
(Oh my God, y'all look good)
(Ooh, adjust your crown)
(Ooh, adjust your crown, adjust your crown)
Big booty girls (ooh,
business, don't mind it
A nigga be so high I might just be a pilot
Niggas stealing off waves, and getting rich like a pirate
And I bet if you asked, they'll
fast with a
Got the big boy, yeah
Got the big boy, fast
Got a big boy trash
Got the big fast sax
When the rich so fast
And her neck go on text
When her
green like a dandelion
Play with my money, get penalized
These niggas poppin' on Facebook Live
We used to go in on three-fives
I can go snatch my own
pussy
You dead broke just die nigga
On private jets, we fly nigga
Sipping lean, we high nigga
Stand tall, feet five nigga
They riding for ya, they die
ride
Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
'Cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed
ride
Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
'Cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed
Ded prezzies out here bleeding
Grinding all night
Gettin rich while you sleeping
1 2 3
H O P
4 5 6
Fuckin on yo bitch
7 8 9
For the bullshit ain't got
Nezažils nic
Neviděls nic
No tak koukej
Jak žijeme my
V hubě máš dick
Nerozumím ti
Vlastně ani nechci
Takže už jdi
Už nemám sny
Check od reality
Ani
the heli-
Shawty, that's what I do, I'm gettin stacks of this on accident
My daughter's 5 what's that mean?
My daughter's daughter is already rich
I'm
(Wake up 5 a.m.)
(Money call again)
Yeah, wake up 5 a.m
I just wanna win
Headed to da gym
You know we get it in
Pushing big weights
I don't do no
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