Lyrics:
need to wait for no new year, my niggas stay rich, young and famous
These bitches just ain't us, they imitators, it's outrageous
Broke boys can't
Never get the memo
I don't need gorilla but I do need Something that's big glow
Take her ass to pound town but First stop by the liquor store
Water on my
know that we was on the way
Punk ass bitch get the fuck out my face Cause I don't give a fuck what a lil hoe say
And she a lil thot so I cannot stay
She
hoodie, bitch, I'm a king like I'm Kong
Bing to the bong, ding to the dong
Got your bitch hypnotized, bet she sing to my song
Old pussy-ass jit, you
Got a 2010 Mazi with the Forgis on that bitch
(No you don't)
Took that Breitling Bentley then I
Wrapped it 'round my wrist
Young rich nigga shit, hopped
plain and simple
Got popped by big shots as big as a pimple
Snatch him off the street drop him in the can
Chain him like an animal, forget he's a man
This
lemme know how my dick tastes
But, fuck it imma kick it to-(RØZAY)
Big RØZAY when I come through yo block
I got a chop and I'm aiming for your top
I don't
Crank it
My mans on a new thing
Blacked out whip all black kicks
We don't need trims
I count four badman in a blacked out lexus
Parked by the curb
a fight or got my ass beat
They still bumping my new track that I dropped last week
I only like a chick if she can get classy
But I'll take a thug bitch if
Kicking ass
And taking names is what I do
Roll solo independent by myself
Don't need a crew
Getting too old for games Schemes or weak shit
Always
money, call a nigga super rich
Keep it super for a while, lemme get on my super sh-t
Super ill, super sick
Dog, I go super Vick
Ran into a super women,
right transport the S2000 by the tow
Fake niggas in my section addressing me like I'm they bro
Get off my erection won't sell you shit for the low
Stop
Another Rebel Without A Pause
I only slowed down with the Tribe for Award Tour
Stay on my best as a soloist
Cause I ran up in wherever by myself
Swear I don't give a literal fuck
These niggas be talking too much
Load the choppa, close my eyes, let it bust
I just thank God he made me
Rich, broke,
Run this shit up to the sky
No lie
Run up you meet my fire
Fuck it, it's time to get rich
Had to step in the stu, had to walk in that bitch
I got your
dinners
I just wanna win but they set me up to lose
The streets kick ya ass nigga yeah I'm talking judo
At the end of the day how many pussy niggas you
a know that I slang, that I-see-E
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
My little homies posted up
wanna be a thug and you rich? (Why?)
You can tell they was raised by some bitches
Groupie niggas always wanna kick
Get the sentence 'cause they want
Ima get rich in the trap house
Wok what I sip til I black out
Call up my clique and we cash out
Pot by the zip smoke a fat ounce
Ops wanna quit make
Ay ay ay
I get the bag
Pull up with shawty you wish that you had
We chase the racks
Till I'm big rich and I'ma outta these rags
I said who asked
You
big body like a lineman
And this car don't need no key and that's on me
I Wear CDG but my heart on my sleeve
Ain't got no bread stop talking to me
Imma
big wheels
All I want to do is count commas, got big money got big wheels
Fake ass niggas just stare and all my niggas keep it real
I spent two bands
damn, I mean foot up in your ass
I kick that shit, now go on, put it in the trash
Deezle
Uh, I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker
Shades darker
'bout to slide in, no luck
Runneth over when I'm filling up my cup
Watch close when these folks move sus Motivated by the process
Working on my project
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