Lyrics:
live in Miami, nigga, I'll South Beach you
Robin Leach uh, that's how we ballin'
You know that I'm loaded
But please don't think it's sweeter
Beat one
was with it so when you be quiet
Now you facin twenty all by yourself
The nigga you was with man he rich as hell
Even though this story is a fairy
had a cousin man
He was big in cocaine
So all them rich kids
To me they were slave
Cause the money wouldn't be
If my cousin never gave
Official picking
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete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
still rat
Imma put the nigga thoughts by the ceiling fan
Nah I don't ever talk to no middle man
Got that plug work now you my little man
Have you ever
other mansion and bought another mansion
Call me Quavo big brother, bitch I'm rich and I'm handsome
The 'Rari out front, and that bitch gettin' bossed
bitch nigga section
They seen a bad day sitting when I had ye
I'm the shit man
I got rich nigga issues
I got rich nigga issues
They always hating
their hand
Put me in a coffin, I'd rather be a dead man
We'll sleep from exhaustion, the weed that we inhaling
Big boats start sailing
Travel across seas
rabies
And it a sting like pure bees
Mek big man a cry like ladies and babies
Timeless (timeless), ayy
Badder than dem by far, badder than dem by
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't
Big girl, you are beautiful
Walks into the room
Feels like a big balloon
I said, 'Hey, girl, you are beautiful.'
Diet Coke and a pizza please
Diet
the only lil' bitch I'm with
Mm, I keep that 5.56, say the word, I split his wig (yeah)
Keep a big boy blick, my stick, the old man gon' get hit (Let's go)
Real big steps how I walk it out/ The man with the tats how Im talked about
Never know my name just what Im bout/ Aint lost in the mix in a dirty route
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
practicin' fair catches
Whether it's guns or bitches
We gang bang and we share ratchets
I got Cassidy, ohh, I'm in big man beef
Which require them big choppers
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Go
Fine as can be (fine)
You can come fuck with a rich nigga, please (please)
Fine as can be, Miami beach
still be rich by 70
If they let me into the industry ima play dirty this ring ain't for purity
Me and my niggas and all my security
Had to get rich just
velvet jacket, Willy Wonka
Boy he hot
But I haven't sweat in centuries
D'usse shots, blood pumping' John Kennedy
Boy he hot
Big bag don't be mad at me
Kid
RICH P & Free World Music Limited (PRS)
By Road Elf
Written and composed by Clifford Hall - Damian Hall - Nigel Whitefield
Intro
Mi naah laugh
Everyone's different
So what I want, you might not want
Visa versa, yeah who Don't
G-H
Who don't wanna be rich? (Who?)
Who don't wanna be big
世界一好きなアロマはペパーミント
まじでオレ怒らしたら danger zone
奴が fade in
Pass the MIC yo!
Yo! let me tell you about a story
Like 馬並み 金銀財宝で立ちくらみ
するぐらいの I'm a rich man
やりたいことやるぜ
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