Lyrics:
I didnt go and count the change
I got so much heat that you'll think you in a oven
This money like McDonald's cause damn I'm loving it
It's never
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
funeral
I'm tryna get rich while you sittin in a cubicle
I don't say I'm big shit
Bitch I just am
Makin money off the flip
In an hour make a grand
Double
bowl
I’m with the shit from the get go
Ski mask on these c-notes
I’m loving yo’ bitch she got deep throat
She hiding my kids, you ain’t gonna find ‘em
makes loving rich
We couldn't buy those big vacations
But wealth can't buy the love we make
And if paradise is in your presence
Then I don't care which
than cinnabon, you don't want me to bang your block
Big ditch lit, [?]
Run a team of bad boys like I'm [?]
Got classical cost on, Cartier
Watching
as the Pyrex
I got a crib big enough to fit a protest
Cold text period, why the fuck the
Competition always curious?
Fuck they gassin' all these rappers
Are you
want a nigga to stick by your side
You not even there when it's time to go slide
Your ego to big and you got too much pride
Just keep it on hush don't
how you know you rich nigga?
Cause I got rich niggas on my payroll (uh)
My lil' boy in kindergarten, went to school wearing Gucci
Told his classmates
bank
Big guala
Big baller
Big bank
I got what you need
I got what you need hoe
Yes, I got some dollars but they ain't for you Though
Mello got
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
big thing there. I walked up, and I said, "what do
You want?" He said, "kid, we only got one question, have you ever been
Arrested?"
And I
you, babe (you and I, 'til the day we die)
Little bit of loving you, babe
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis
Now
where dem benjis
Gon be quick, to be rich, gettin lit, hitting fems
Wit my real friends and all, won't forget you tried to end me.
Slid up in the game n
Today I started loving you again now I'm right back where I've really always been
I got over you just long enough to let my heartache mend
Then
for real
Stick around baby, know I got you still
Ya ya, I got you still
I remember way back chilling in the 6
Before the big shows, before we got rich
and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump being up down up, play with
existent
Before you started popping and then
You're from New York there's
A lot of rappers from New
York that aren't popping right
Now so you got those two
lying you'll have to believe me
They pay bare' to get wet like Fiji
Got what I want don't care if you leave me
She's just trusting pure in the heart
But
leave you
I'ma leave you
I got one last message though
This ain't for them
This is for us
I try not to worry
Everything will be just fine
What next in
it straight out the bottle
You can tell I got money bitch check out my posture
Just cut off my bitch tryna add to my roster
Get high as fuck bit I feel
press when I walk through
Stay dipped in designer
Got a soul that'll haunt you
Now all these bitches yelling out
Really I'm just getting started
I'm just
her just cop the car seat and I'ma buy you the Benz (skrrt-skrrt)
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch
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