Lyrics:
(Lupe Fiasco)
Yeah, Just a lil bit (just a lil bit) And it goes
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
Bought a big house and a whole lot of rangers
til' the end of the day
Better not push her luck she want my buck
Big love big buck
Anythin' for a free ride so she pullin' up her knee highs
Big love
regrets
I'm the Rain Man (Woah)
Smoke a big fat spliff on the bridge by train tracks
Winter come, winter fall
And you know where the pain at
Yeah, you know
How y'all feelin' tonight? Thank
Y'all for coming out to this impromptu
Type important performance
Let me just say that right quick
I love the energy
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
Black like I'm racist (can't say that)
Rich, I got patience
Sprint, I didn't chase it
Really havin' cash but I act like I'm basic
Livin' in my past, I
check the records that ain't well known
And look around and see all my clones
[ VERSE 4 ]
By the time I'm in my 30s my worth be - I bet I'm dirty rich
If i was rich
I wouldnt stop smokin pack by the zip
Id only fuck on the baddest bitches
I could go broke n still drip bitch
If i was rich
Ridin
Train (train)
Pray I never leave this life in vain
Ay yo B, I had to come out of retirement for this one
A nigga just had, so much on my mind this
me picture me life
Zinc fence and board house far me a come from now me av big benz a drive
Rich inna life me ago rich inna life
Me know d journey nah
harm,
We weren't on the Glasgow train.
See you at the Pleasure Beach:
Roller-coasting heroes.
Big Dipper riding
We'll give the local lads a hiding
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
and feel remorse for nada
The momma divorced the father, the children are droppin blotter
The rich get richer, poverty's hot under the collar
Takin'
king
down south we all known for big balling
(Redd)
down south we spit slang notice my voice dragin
take a look at my clothes ice bergh jeans sagin
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
ain't foolin' around for shit
They can't get up in my mix
(Nah nah nah)
They can't get up in my mix
I wake up I'm on go mode
We got rich and this shit by
on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Pull up on that
'Bout to body slam your bitch
Love Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, we fuck instantaneous
Busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich
o, glory be to God o to God o
This life na tun by tun, one day ergo rich your turn
And when Erich ur tun every body Dem go run come
Oluwa gbemi
the adventures of (done know)
Miss Money Jane
Blind your ass, while you out looking
For that money train (no doubt)
If you look then you will find her
But
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
'Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue
For the sun, Judgment
ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill (ice, ice)
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill (mob)
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did
Trying not to get consumed by my doom
This Man on the Moon, like Mescudi (Kid Cudi)
My Goonie past looking like The Sloth, this shit ugly
Niggas ain’t do
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