Lyrics:
takin out my Christmas wish list
cnd wrapping it in a big fish dish
I wish my list no last swish for dat switch
On the rich could be trish
If I got up
me back, i ain't tell her no
Bae fall into this trap
Break her heart, put her on the side of the road
Bitch, ain't no comin' back
Last time round
though a nigga be stuntin
I plan to be rich
But a nigga still plan to be humble
Who in my league
I toss the bag and these niggas, they fumble
They don't
Don't want to fly high
Don't want to be rich (be rich)
Don't want to mansion
Unless a studio in the basement
Just want to do this forever (forever)
better believe he's on call
And when I hit him on the headpiece like yes-yes-why'all
(Yo Yo) I remember wakin' up with this cuties in bed
The last words
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
life to the max
Been on a mission for big stacks now
I'm here, I'm on
2 words, my zone
This life, too lit
No sleep till I'm gone
Got money to get girl I
last picked, now its nigga fuck that shit
Like yall just built yo casket, why these goofy niggas
Be getting rich, man I really dont like how that sits
Than Marlon Brando loved souffle
She was gorgeous, she was charming
Yeah, she was perfect in every way
Except she was always using the word "infer"
When
real rich
Some day, I know I'm gonna meet the right chick
Some day, build my house brick by brick
Some day, I might be the rapper with the hits
Some day,
dripping backwards
Hit line in your raps, I can tell
Big bank take lil bank, let's put it on the scale
Keep that money on my mind, you can't tell by what I
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
enemies
A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times
No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time
I feel like it's, it's us against the world
Cuz every
Mhhhhmmm
Yeah, yeah
Word,
Embrace my heritage
They hate I'm African American
They say my skin to dark to be heaven sent
I hate how in America
beats by Dre (on God)
You can get hit by K (K)
K hit you, that's your last day (day)
Glock 27, that's bae (21)
Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (yeah)
line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain
was born by yourself, get rich
Beanies by Mal, made him pick the switch
Five years later that switch on the stick (brrt)
I was down, I ain't have
Boring, old, normal, how attractive it seems
Since life came and kicked a great big hole in my dreams
Now I read all the words on the tins
still got a spot in my heart and it's safe
If nobody want my heart I'ma throw It in a lake
Last thing we want is you drowning baby yeah it's too late
I
and liquor
Sing it 'til the morning, swear that we got the picture
And treated it like if God sent word to the curb
They told us to keep it richer
Rich
Only 5 foot 7 but keep the big boy blunts
Thuggin’ on a fuck nigga like
You a bitch don't jump
Flexed a little with the Draymond style
But I'm A1 now
blessin'. cnd yeah, I'd rather be quiet wealth, than loud rich. But do you hear the words that are comin' out my mouth bitch! Sure I should probably buy some
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