Lyrics:
to a steak
We running shit like we up on third base
Head of the state (State)
Yeah imma big dawg but the barking won't spook me
These hoes wanna fuck me these
that big backyard
Where we could burn a fatty
Im gonna be a millionaire
Before 30
I wanna keep it real and show you that I’m worthy
I wanna raise
Big Pakachino london to Bradford
Beats by NAZ6M
Big money, big jewels, power moves
Yo it's G Bugz bradford stand the fuck up
You are not ready for
big Rollies in that new coupe
Blowing on loud, sipping on that dirty juice
With a tre deuce living life like they ain't made loot
'Cause what's here
on them dice
Spent a mill on a flight
Flew back and she bounced back
High speed, all gold
Lord of the ring, we live that life big time
Big time, 100
I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away, one more time real loud
I'll fly away, oh glory
no slack
Rich boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop
Got the damn top
cars pass by
Neath' a great big sky
It ease my mind to know i've played
My way
From the Rio Dulce back to the U S of A
With no reason in mind
But I find
pesos
Locura rich
(What) making quesos
Computer click
Lemme calculate hoes
1,2,3
Playing in my face fo?
Hands talk first
Tagging bitches by the toe
Don't
Yeah, aye
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody wannabe famous, even when you nameless
Y'all better
you heard I ain't the guy
That's a lie
Not ain't rich yet, but I still get by
And I won't get spun 'cause no one will try
going up
They don't know what I'm saying (Ha ha ha)
Oh that's your big homie, big brother
Yeah you ain't see him again (Uh uh uh)
Live by the sword, yeah
Hurry, hurry, hurry, got a big gig to play Break out the gear, set it up right away Spent a year in the basement Learning all these tunes By the time
one (whip)
Now tattoo me on your ass, so it means something (oh)
Thumb through it, count that big bank roll (count it)
Prong set on my Cartier by
walkin'
Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go
My gat too big to let my belt show
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
But these chicks think
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
A watch
lookin' slim in 'em
If they too big, what you do? Put a hem in 'em
'Member talkin' over the loud sounds when the wind blow
'Cause the trash bag's
let's go)
Twenty hoes in the crib, no hurt legs in here
Just some rich young niggas and some players, and pimps
You can tell a nigga winnin', see it
Roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after Bank Roll
I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
Roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after Bank Roll
I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
ranger
Everyone watched as he climbed from his horse and walked by
Every eye dropped to the gun hanging low on his side
The silence was broken, the ranger
Oh she told the DJ Pardon me
I need some Swishahouse
Color Changing Click
Boss Hogg and wrecking yard in my life
Well a Slow Loud And Banging CD
Some
Coming in for the point marshawn lynch
40 On my rollie cause nigga I'm rich
69 Nigga you a big ol snitch
Step on the beat like im stepping on carpet
Seen
Giving her all that I got and smacking ass
She way too loud cuz I'm killing her
Numb to a rat I ain't feeling them
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