Lyrics:
started sellin' leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have hummers
Big as hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
Damm dog, you been in here
That Rich Gang lifestyle (lifestyle)
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (you underdig?)
Big money, nigga
Take the jet
L.A., hit the bity
('rational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
I'm tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on
Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (the Bentley
away these blues
I can do a lot of things
But let me tell you girl
I can't make it by myself, in this great big world
The price I pay for loving
love and light **** they tryna preach
Cuz King got popped
And all he did was speak his peace
Just help me understand
Just help me understand
How you
please ma
Let's take it to the bed and get our creep on, week long
You know I got a shoulder you can lean on, be strong
Ain't just here for the cutty but
a spliff
Light up we never beef
Like Adam and Eve I'm tryna be me to get rich
Without a bitch (Ay)
All you niggas started this
All you niggas started missing
Niggas know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my babies
You ain't on this kind of drip
The whole city goin' crazy like my
Team just got the 'chip
I
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
really goin
Whatchu think you really doin
Its yo stop you gettin off
I got big homies
Yeaa they wanna see me made
Big guns for the ones getting my way
talk snow, where the soft at
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that
All
bout my big bro let's link I got a date for them
Nah nah I'm just in my feelings
E got a chick bro hoop in college
Got no time for me
Chris got two kids
back,
She been giving info to the opps cause her brother with that,
Now you making a big play they got the drop to where you at,
I tried to tell you
Came out the jungle, juugin' and jugglin' trauma
Just got the cost of the commas
Kissin' the cup
Came up from clutchin' on corners
You came up
Why do you not care for me
Loving you not loving me embarrassing
I don’t think that shit you do is fair to me
I done seen it all
So I don’t even
getting cake now
Yeah got a lot to prove but don't have much to lose
Cause in this lifestyle there's a set of rules
And to play by each one you got to pick
got blast
And now that's just a thing of the past
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in oak-land
And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them
got blast
And now that's just a thing of the past
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in oak-land
And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them
downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Now how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga
Hey, I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't
You on that bullshit and Im just tryna get rich
Fuck the bullshit we just tryna get rich
Yea yea yea yea
Uh uh uh uhhh
You on that bullshit and Im
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
ahh)
I got to paid
I got to paid
I doubled then saved
I broke the machine
I'm hearing my name
Big drip rich shit we lit I'm high as La Flame
Get out my
we still having fun too though man
It's going to be a real big year you watch
Haha i'm telling you
They say the game done changed
There's just some
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
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