Lyrics:
Cause them little niggas done killed you
In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no
I just shot my shot at this little thot (yeah)
I'm tryna crininack on her big gnat
My niggas sellin' crinack for the stinacks
And I got a big-big
Days go zipping
Sitting by the pool and tripping
Everybody's flip or flipping
Everybody's rich-
And happy!
Who says all our dreams get burned?
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
?
Three peat, balling while they knees weak
A little bit of Water for the
Soul got the sin clean
A lot a bit of holy Water from the father
Got the rich
to the trees, no Cage or fear of bees
Bad as police, the brown has hit the streets
Rage like the teens, the boy needs quarantine
But I'm mad in the sheets- I give
Playing out their parts in accordance with the laws
Their merry little dance shouldn't bother us at all
But I can't keep calm when confronted by the thought
to yourself even if you know that you don't got it
My Jedi-mind tricks boy genius sidekick no Jimmy, goddard
Beam me up scottie down on earth they getting
cherokee
And a little african American
ApparentlyBrother got soul
And mother gotta bounce
Sunny cal for the gal and
The boy with the brow
Daddy two was
old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat
And he found little Muley and Muley said
They've been tractored out by the cats
They've been tractored out by
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P.
fashion shoe,
Found his daddy's hat.
And he found little Muley and Muley said,
"They've been tractored out by the cats,
They've been tractored out by
problems
Boy you don't want no problems
Well a little bit of money never hurt nobody
But if you're trying to take mine
I'ma hurt somebody
And I'ma pile it up
gone bliss your shit
Shoot at his mother fucking momma I don't give a fuck
Imma kill your little ass daughter
Boy that shit is weak as hell little nigga
hundred thousand dollar wrist watches
Little kids starving, the police killed his father
Rich man, poor man, civilized man, Tarzan
Who's right? fightin over
sad boy
I hate myself
More than others does
Why am I in this world all by myself
I’m not obsessed
I am just scared so much
Ima sad ima sad Ima sad boy
interviewing people live from the street on the show a little bit later.
Yesterdays loser was Johnny. Johnny, listen up. You have been a bad boy. I don't
gotta a problem
You can find out why they call me Thompson
Hip bones swingin on the dot
Keep it jiggy
A lotta pissed off little squads
Yeah no biggie
I
Listen boy, I'll tell you a thing.
I'll make you a career in the business I'm in.
I'll make you rich, I'll make you a toy,
I'll make you turn over
with swagger
Drive by let the bullets soak the fabrics
Boys in dallas shoot like the fucking Mavericks
Bet once I cop a coupe imma want more
Put
To boys but they just defenders .. split I end up winning .. my time precious a minute...
Splendid you see my aim and I keep this lottery ticket... c pill
acquitted because they love the cowboys
Cowgirls ask me Wyclef Jean why you be seen with those Big and Rich Boys?
[Big & Rich]
Be friends
And try to get
ain't a momma's boy
Oh, and by the way, I just fucked your momma boy!
Hook
My name is Rich, but I got no money
My dick got chlamydia, it drips out honey
ask bout them boys we ain't playin' them games
A nigga get whooped on stage
He ain't gone want that little fifteen minutes of fame
It's all fun
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