Lyrics:
spirit rich
Why's no fear in it
Why do I smile so big
Why my style so sick
Why do I walk so proud
Why do I talk so loud
Because I'm putting in work
Because
standing on my money cause I'm getting rich
First class, plane hoe
I was on a plane, you a playin hoe
Think you might be trippin, you insane hoe
You can't go
Spent the bag on my ice, spent it on my cars
Spent a bag on my bitch, spent it on my dawgs
Gotta spend that big to get rich, spent and now I'm rich
I grow in it?
Throw a booth in the place, imagine how I'd flow in it
Outer space bars, Ozs to the face, y'all
Bowl by the hottub in case, y'all
Plush
respect in yo
Hood like a substitute
Foreign lil' bitch, give her dick
Make her teach me Spanish
I can tell he not from the
Way by how he acting friendly
than you FUCK THEM ALL... don't judge me by my words
I rather die by the truth, than dying in lying (don't mind the ruthers) CoviD 19 money making
Don't give a fuck about a snitch
And if a nigga on my dick
Then he can't be getting rich
I been all up in my bag fuck what a nigga think
Pussy niggas hate
dismissed
What the fuck you mean by pride?
I got 4, 5, 6 kids wanna see me die
Okay, I'm alive, I'm alive,thats a surprise, what's the price?
Fuck your
I can tell, yeah
Mmm, it's us
I can tell niggas jelly by the way they look
Pray to God my Glock don't jam, Lord knows I don't hook
Pull up
like a bully bitch, get saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody
two days
Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six
head strong
If I quit now, then I'm dead wrong
Fightin' off this hunger for hours
Big stepper, nigga, don't get stepped on
The money might fade, but
Eh-eh-ahem, special announcement,
Rich bitches don't die
And that's why you won't survive the summer!
Amen!
Uh, she's salty, I sauté the bitch
(Some Tiger sh*t I do)
Nah, I could prolly do it here - f*ck wit me
Look, uh
Alan Watts video - to goto sleep, uh
Me n shorty made a video - jus last
it got cold
Cold Sons we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving
Check it, moving, word up
Aiyyo, my thoughts be colorless
must just have several dents in my noggin
I cannot comprehend words when I'm talking
My jokes are just way too violent like Joaquin
Just by the way that
off these bars?
Who really can afford a video with the cars?
Oof, I'm just saying
Tell me, who's really living that life?
It don't make you rich
You could go apeshit, fake prick
And take flicks with eight cliques, you still never posing a threat
If you gon' say something, say it then
My big
dollars, it don't make cents/sense
Words to live by, took it out of context
They say your past is your present and your present is your cash
So I look
a pelican
Said in the clouds last night she got higher then she's ever been
Seen shuttles and huddles, hard rocks and war bombs
In real life our words in
‘Cause you are
They’re passing by
Without a thought, not a word
And pretty soon
They’ll be at home
Where they’re safe and warm
The last in line, is fine
a trey pound
Making rounds through town
When I take off the cat make a big raw sound
Walked by seen a young nigga rich style
Balenciaga on the feet you
'Fore you get heated, 'fore you get worse (yeah)
I can't put it into words but I do it first (look)
Shout to Big Boat, I'm so concrete
Just made ten
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