Lyrics:
What I said in my rhymes
Now I'm getting rich
Off sellin' my rhymes
Man I told em' I would blow
Now it's set it off time
Who could believe
to five bars just to see some ass clapping
Man I am busy making calls so please leave a message
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
That's what they talk about
Your
getting harder man
And yeah I'm on top of the world and I feel so rich
Yo I've been sitting on my castle and I see something (ayo what's that)
I got some
hate on me?
Confidential pain, gotta keep it to yourself
That ain’t yo man, you better off by yourself
These bitches lame, they don’t want you for
killers gon' shoot like they up in a spree and I'm here with the team and we post by The Green
Big L.I.P YettiSide what you mean?
And big B.H.B when I'm
about several times now
cnd we haven't been getting any answer
So uhm listen just call us back
Please
Ok
YG
Big chop
Big cash
Big transactions
So
Please oh please oh please
Just give me just one more hit
Please oh please oh please
Just give me just one more hit
It’s an exorcism bitches
understand a 9 to 5 gon make me a man ugh
Ten on more I cannot retain I got way bigger pictures in my head
I'm just tryna find frames big enough to fit em
about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!
When I rich nigga want you
Smoking fire
Man we just some young niggas whose
Getting rich and getting high
Cross da mob and you meeting God
In the Fendi store like I need it all
WNBA
on my whores
And naw, I don't really do too many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a coward
Please man, let the homie breathe,
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
I'll find another love like yours, like yours
I'll find another love like yours, like yours
Big trap, big packs
Only spittin' big facts
Big rich, big
nigga
Bitch
He cut that last check
Rich pussy boss bitch
On a Hater neck
Shout Out
To your nigga bitch
He cut that last check
Rich Pussy shit
Yep
Big boss
fresh rapping like that
Where did that burst of energy come from mayne
Man you know I just I just been surrounded by
A bunch of big booty bitches man you
don't make up more than half of our homes
Like most of those ain't headed by our mothers no man in the throne
Neo-patriarchal systems visions are so pussy
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
let me check somethin' (uh)
Please, don't check for me until the check come
He asked me what's my horoscope, I said, "A dollar sign"
Give a fuck
all by myself
Just 5 years old but I sure am cold
My mom's out cooking steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy but I'mma wait till mama come
Eh, the rich
I wish I wasn't I wish I had emotions but
Man fuck Bruce he a bitch
Bruce them waves is fake
Where your durag at?, you can tell by the shape
Fuck out
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
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