Lyrics:
How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch?
You gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
Man, I
not talking carrots
Locked in my room getting so high
I'll make it soon that's no lie
You cannot wait for something to happen watching the days go by
5 or 6 over-vision and a pirate
That **** who ordered that quarter **** ain't even came by yet
Blew a whole **** of **** and I ain't even high yet
them no playing around
And i need it right now
Before my momma get old
And a 9 to 5 and gone do the job
Id rather get rich and give you a job
Id rather
talk for me
Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me
I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high
I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
bump blocks
Flossin' in The Bay with $hort and big shot
Wonderin', what else could a n*gga go buy
What other bitch could we toss up and get high
N*ggas
they threw on my name
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
Known to get by gonna do it by myself
If I ever get rich imma divvy up the wealth
I been trying really hard to keep to myself
You cant find my bars
shit can get lethal
This shit can get dangerous nigga
Big .FOUR FIVE leave you lame lil nigga
Any song up with Crankn get to bangin nigga
My niggas still
to the limit not get by
Im really out here tryna get it you just gettin high
Have a seat and run this back about ten times
Do you know what you in it for
Im
Here I am again, struggling at 5 am, forgetting who I am, just so I can impress them, I take
A big ass hit, and I don't acknowledge it, smoking all
Thisshitgoracimo
Dollas, Commas
Dollas, Commas
Dollas make a rich bitch happy nigga
Commas make a rich bitch happy nigga
Dollas make a rich bitch
on my name
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
I'm
on my money, bitch i ain’t stopping
I’m tryna over shine
You 9 to 5 Lambo grind 24
We got rich over time
Ain’t going back home until they sold
Getting
thing nice benz we a push wid a pretty gal by my side
Smoke we a smoke till we high bad memories we no want live our life
Money affi mek thing nice benz
a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
my mind think better
So, we get high
I'm never puttin' these thots on my girl level
So, she ain't mine
And if a thottie ever told you I love her
Jumped out that Audi, big ring, no marriage
Hood, but my style from Paris
Twenty thousand, excuse me, I'm sagging
That's your hoe? Damn, you
i'm a die trying to get rich
I got steppers in the six with some big sticks
Five bloods and I’m rolling wit six crips
Patek full of water got his wrist
That Rich Gang lifestyle (lifestyle)
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (you underdig?)
Big money, nigga
Take the jet
L.A., hit the bity
the two's
I seen niggas gettin' rich
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
I was tired of havin' shit
Then days went by, then days
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