Lyrics:
Orchestrate the blitz
When we was kids, I thought that corner'll make me rich
It's forfeit 'til I'm torched 'cause that mean more to me than this bitch
Give
Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast
When the phone ring, the house lights flash
Turned down the sound, let's get down to bidness
Shit
filled up, cum is shootin'
It be "lights, camera, fuckin'" when you with us, it's a movie
I drive a bus to house parties, I'm tryna leave with you all
Yea,
Fred Hardy (oh yeah)
Text my phone bout a bitch no way you won't even get a response (no)
Goofy lil dude want beef bout a hoe (huh)
She not yours she
please
You don't wanna hurt me? Yes!
(? selector, I live by this hour)
Now I'm on flexin', dealing with perception
Young nigga
Young nigga fall in love
trying to get a nut
Soon as I get rich know I'm signing out
When I'm finally rich enough to buy my mom a house
Back in school, know the teachers they used
mallet
Tongue down your spinal cords, xylophone
Pick up your phone the party's finished
And I want you to know
The way you want me from
The way I want you
respected by society
At the parties at his place
All the rich folks came around
Wasn't long before Billy was the
Mayor of the town bankers put up the money
fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down
Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle
or dying
And I won't hesitate to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin' lion
I see them dudes every day, when I'm racin' by 'em
Big dude (big dude)
See, I've been tellin' y'all I'm really like that
What (yeah)
For some reason
Gangland (bow)
They don't like that
Check
a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich
the visions I get
How this dude rich? He snuck in with no citizenship
Motivation, so I get off my ass
I'm the star of the movie, lookin' for my supportin'
this that other dude
On the road to get get rich, one way or another
Might've took a detour, but I ended better
Niggas change like the weather, where is
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees blackwatch
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Park Hill, the house
gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees blackwatch
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Park Hill, the house
Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze
That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues
To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels
Entrepreneurs,
no dude
Tell that nigga come and try with me
No I be up and out the way imma stack the shit up privately
No, I be by myself
My brotha been deep in that
style
These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party
yeah)
Juice don't know how to whistle (yeah)
We just trickin' off 62 (Off 62)
He walkin' 'round he spit 62 (yeah)
He don't give a fuck he rich too
(Don't
boutta love me
'Cause i'm fuckin' up the game, ya niggas is prude
I don't care if i'm full, I'm still eatin' his food
Talkin' rich nigga shit, You dudes
took the Realtor route
Gambled on the wrong niggaz, had to filter 'em out
Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful
Behind her back
of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful
behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full
It's cool though, I fucks wit 'em
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