Lyrics:
show 'em all
Thicc girls, big cars
My Bentley truck is really big
Yeah I'm so rich, so rich so rich
Y'all can suck my dick
Playin' Halo on my
with my zombies and
My goons like Transylvania
My niggas got it low by
Scalpin' tickets out the stadium
My messages is free movies
That’s word
of everything the world has to offer
Get rich and be rich forever
Everything for my people
Forever grateful my sisters
Am doing this for you my broski
Somebody
son (Blackson) and
Been gettin' in drama
Shit lit' my outfit is designer
If you rich chicks will let you hit but
If you broke you won't get the vagina
Chorus:
Now true, yu see mi lay dung here with yu
Mi sey my mind is on mi hot man outta town
A boy caan tek mi fuh no clown
Mi sey, yu tink
Falling for you and can't help it
I Smoke alot baby I'm well lit
Smoking I do for my wellness
By wellness I mean mental health bitch
Depression its all
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these
wanna do is bring up all of my flaws again
Man I'm so flawed, oh God
You never love me halfway, you do the whole job
Light up my path let me be my own
the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my
fuck with them, you stuck with me
Big Cat, Laflare, we don't fight fair
Big Cat, Laflare nah we don't fight fair
My money got a mouth so I let it
I'm from the city of the Queen where we all have big dreams
And we got to get out to make it happen
This is for my G's in the hood straight trappin
silently run by the mayor, silently run by his uncle, silently run by his whore of a wife, silently run by desire, silently run by that big fucking sign
late
Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
Big titties, big butt too
Fu-Fuck with them real niggas
Who don't
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
with some in the back too
Big crib with the decorations and the statues
Money don't buy happiness though
Is that true
Okay
Big face watch
Big money, face
tryna get rich
You see what Im on
I done weathered the storm
Ain't no goin no where like these tatts on my arm
Its so clear
Livin at light speed with no
all them sound boy boy with music pump action
International music that is my intention
Cause we have the madda voice the madda choice
From
Yes, I'm rich bitch you know
I'm a big dog
I'ma have it all
I'll leave my scraps for the rest of you mutts
Y'all just some ankle biters, you can't fuck
tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin' with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your
is my bae
Back in my dreams when I used to sleep
Me and my brother were running the streets
We were getting the bags and rapping on beats
We stuck by
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
Protected by Divine so I can worry less
And on demand I shine, I always do my best
Always down to do the crime cause that's the easy way?
But when your life
bout the dream
Talk bout the dream cause my dream is too big
I ride Divine cause my soul is too rich
Start with the faith cause my Lord is too Big
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