Lyrics:
moment of silence and
I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd
Made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform
But by
Surrounded by a billion stars I am no longer
Daddy's little rich boy, daddy's little rich boy
Daddy's little rich boy gonna build something bigger than
promised I would
Beef 'n drama i've been you wouldn't last through
What's funny motherfucker I wanna laugh too
But now I'm ready to get rich old dog new
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
the rest of time
Defined by my obsession with the last ride
Catalyst for the wicked shit
Black Magic clique's little anarchist
The line I walk is thin
it is up on the wall
St. Thomas inspecting the wounds for us all
It's a painting by Rubens
Painted from life
And it's flanked by a rich man
Plug
Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)
Word (yo)
Know what I'm sayin'?
You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)
bitches acting you know what I mean
Aye
Ima tap in with 88 he got them chops on em
Aye
Word around the town that Rich back
Im still really him and that's
you!
Woe, woe, woe to you who blow off this warning
Perhaps you've already been licked...
I, too, was hypnotized
By those big cow eyes
The last
bitch, when we meet up, she know I'm only bone
Last time you seen me I made a million without a mobile phone
Two hundred thousand stacked up I could've
red, pack the Uz-o
Pretty thug, Last Don by Mario Puzo
La la la la la la la la, la la la laaaah
(yeah, yeah, ah huh, ah huh)
La la laaah, la laaah, la
Lil shorty workin wit some ass
Big Guap on me
These knots on me I spend it fast
The way she twerkin it for me
Might spend my last
Might take yo bitch
Birdman, my man
Two words: Rich Gang
YSL Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life aye
Try anyone of us you'll lose your life play
With these big dogs better have
never gonna find out what he called me?
He's usin' big words against me?
Yo, this is intrepid god
I'm a hip hop artist, you style biting emcee sucker
Had
you
Put you on the guest list, go dance with death
The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left
See the spooks in, goths in, devils in,
past life
Oh God I think I'm hung over from last night
Every decision you make off emotion the boy losing focus
She seen em get a promotion and there
this shit I'm soul
Ice ice they gotta pay me in gold
Told em rich by 24
No love no x and o's
Wrist in froze ya beats being me
All the baddest hoes
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big Nas
it last night, didn't I?
I'm gonna be a part of B.A.
Buenos Aires, Big Apple
(Eva and family:)
She's gonna be a part of B.A.
Buenos Aires, Big
a plate still he let the poor starve while the rich ones ate
He laughed hard as the poor ate off the asphalt
This the last straw no more fast cars or bad
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big
know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin' over, and I'm so glad
Cause
Yo, it's a big world
You probably think I'm out there being a playa, huh?
Yo, but if I can't have you
Then I don't want anybody
That's my word so
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My
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