Lyrics:
of the party is hardly appealing
When the party ain't part of your army (lonely by yourself)
Freed me from feeding my blame shifting feelings
You're sorry, oh, I
Bibles
Big car go like, mm, model, and I voom right by when I hear sirens
In the studio, I recoding, I'm tryna get rich
Brody hit a lick, I told him, stop
the stinacks
And I got a big-big MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck
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but a little comes by
Get a big plan for the dough
But
But
One day I will be rich
One day I will be rich
I’m grinding and I will never give up on hope
him at a winter party (Party)
I saw him and I know he saw me (Saw me)
He was by himself didn't roll with an army
He was staring at me kind of oddly
giving them your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated shit rap
Running through you like fast food; Big Mac's
You don't want no problems, fix that
had a plot as a kid to get rich
Hah, listen, lil' bitch
Got the game in my hand like a Switch
It's just me and my clique
Rap and get money, rap
Dick long like sugar cane
And my money on my brain
I will never complain
That's panties and pussy
We just came to party
Got some money wired
We
Crush (yeah) (whoa huh)
Pull to the club, shoot the party up
Got money my pockets, yeah, big bucks
Rich Forever, they can't fuck with us
That AP my
(There’s a pistol at the party)
Everybody hit the floor (There’s a pistol at the party)
Uh oh there they go (Another pistol at the party)
Like woah (Pistol
walk in the party
Imma walk wit the gang
And then we start buggin
He keep it tucked like his button
Bloody shirt cause these niggas
Just gon get
and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
And every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce,
burnin' like the sun set
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context
Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, afghan
Never gotta get ready
Cause I'm already ready
My pockets heavy
Ion party no confetti
I push start, gotta ride like a Chevy
Street smart so you know
to Ontario
(What up?) first thing in the mornin'
Can't wait for the cereal
It's a party outside, Holy Ghost steppers
Talk to God for the plan like it is "Yes
everything
Bitch I'm in the party with the gang
Bitch I'm in the party with the gang
Bitch I'm in the party with the gang
Bitch I'm rich nigga and you are
Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah
Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah
the party apart
From the seams and hem up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live but I bet ya I'm liver son
So let
back in the day
Now my pockets got weight
Money on my mind with the plays
Catching them plays, big money shit like a bank
Aye, Aye, I'm tryna get rich by
Big booty chick
Big booty chick
Big booty chick
That's a Big booty chick
Big booty chick
Big booty chick
Big booty chick
That's a Big booty chick
In
daddy's Range Rover
Rich girl privilege out in Florida
White lines that you got from Porsha
Think it will make them adore you
Throw a party on the porch
talk for me
Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me
I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high
I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy
in the lights, like I'm rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm
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