Lyrics:
If we get locked up by the night, I know them folk gone try and hold us
Got gram for nigga on white, and we keep siph' for niggas who poured up
hyphy shit, but I go dumb And we gon' do it big when they bring my nigga Tig
It must've been meant for me to be rich Only my dead niggas could've lived,
propers
For makin my cash the proper way instead of comin to pop ya
[chorus]
Don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers
Big houses, candy
rhymes and I'm
Bright like Big Bird
But it's alright if you love or hate me
These things are vague you see
'Cause I'll be rich or die trying
Fucked up in
had the same thought
Ooo yeah
Its the big hoss with the big sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya
better
See, God made three Bigs, 2 Pacs
But he only made one era, the Era
Swear you guys slipping like some
Ice on a bridge since diapers and bibs
SportsCenter
EA
1-0-1-7 (Ziggy)
Ziggy
Zaytoven
Go
Sleepin' on the racks last night, I done fucked around and woke up with a crick in my neck
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Sittin' outside just to spill on X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Boy, you not rich, not rich like this
Five hundred
life in a 16
Put it in a movie, put it on a big screen
In the fast lane you know that time flies
Chicks know my last name
And they know that I'm Lies
Now
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
need me a bitch that know some pornstar shit
I need me a bitch right by my side gettin' rich (gettin' rich)
Need me a bitch that got baguettes on her
see da only is, you see da blazee
It was all paid fo' by my baby
I'm da first with, I'm worth words
Like da dope boys dey flip birds
I'm up all night,
More worried if daddy thinks you're a big man yet
Karma could be bitchier, that'd be fine by me
Not living up to the title that we all strive to be
Karma
gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me
Big money I smell rich Shifu no shell fish, ain't none of my pit bulls on a leash lease'em I would never sell my bitch. I send my girls from coast
man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard
This your last chance, to hop up in that big car
With the Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But he
a class of my own till i'm grey like Dorian
This industry is poisonous
Making me lose faith one puff and thought big
That's word to Notorious
Can't stop
that other crime did
More peace to the teachers of blind kids
To rebels in small cells keeping their mind big
Say everything's hostile
Suicide
on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don't drown
Mac n'
the beast of Easter leavened
VIP, all day, AK47
If words is weapons, then get to stepping
My arsenal's enough to send Hell's angels to Heaven
I'm cool
and
That's as good as it gets"
"Check-check-check-check, I'm the last of
A dying breed"
"I live and die by the code and
That's as good as it gets"
"Check,
elliot would of missed
Can't all be 23 better be pipp
Legendary like shaq and kobe by myself
I gotta get rich gene feening for wealth
Hope you get
them glizzy's tucced
Y'all can't beef cuz y'all ain't rich enough
You niggas clicking up
Big ole sticc, extended drum
We pushed up word to my mom
Me
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
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