Lyrics:
the man you wanna come home and talk to
Can't wait to take those right off you
Wanna do anything you need
If you just, please, open up, please
Let me watch,
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
think it's hot
I would still be bigger
Big dick spitter
Thick bitch hitter
Rap niggas think they lit
I'm litter
Drop big songs
Make 'em all big bitter
But in something more
The rich man can be unhappy
Conversely, a poor person can be happy
Here's a paradox
Children are always being happy
Because they
flippin chips
Gettin rich, even though it's hard
Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls
without scarred by a revolv'
with no warnin signs, cause yo
the bank up
You know the code money over hoes
Big black whip when I'm out on road
Made me list wrote down all my goals
Now a nigga rich wearing brand new
big ol' crib?
House ain't a home when nobody dwellin' up in it
This goes for the rich kids
No supervision cuz they parents out gettin' in
This goes
Birdman, my man
Two words: Rich Gang
YSL Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life aye
Try anyone of us you'll lose your life play
With these big dogs better have
January went quick
February didn't go by fast
March they was on dick
April now they on my ass
But man you know i'm still get rich
Them fuckas still
payback is a must when I ain't the nigga that's gettin rich
Cause life ain't but one big change
And unlike these other motherfuckers
I ain't afraid to touch
(Scrr scrrr)
Wena get the rebok
So u look real
(So you look real)
Ima rebuk
Anything that ain real
(That Ain real)
Lord please stay with this lil pig
Man, I love it when a thooter
Get to talkin' like she rich
I'll put fully on you and switch whips
Water on my wrist, give a fuck about a bitch
Bro sell
that
They just see you right now, there's more to it, a lot more
Chorus:
They say a rich man, he aint got no problems
He's got all he's wanted, never
a giant walking in a tiny world
Which is why I refuse to walk on eggshells
You sally by the seashore
Wish you could see more
I'm tired of seeing the rich
Tryna go clear in a few years bro
I ain't tryna get rich when I'm forty
Tryna get whips with a big engine, want a car that fast and sporty
Psycho
Wrist too shine like a
Chandelier
Hit a hoe two times
I'm the Candy man
I can't hear the critics
Because I'm big flexing
Cartier on my wrist
That's
and I'm filthy rich
And by the way, dude, I been fuckin' your bitch
And I get her buck naked ridin' up in the 'Vette
And every time she see me her pussy get
i'm a die trying to get rich
I got steppers in the six with some big sticks
Five bloods and I’m rolling wit six crips
Patek full of water got his wrist
21 and rich
Not a twice that bad though, now I'm tryin? to be rich by age 25
See Shallah survive that new world, they pay yo
But you don't hear me
Yo whassup P?
Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch
And my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
Our
would die for that
Please do not be no fool man
I'm an open book like my name Quran but they insist on calling me Jewlzz
Big back wood by the pool
I done
having hella clothes
And I bang Rich Gang to the core
I turned my ruby stone to a charm
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three
that we smoke
I said fuck that, you get free smoke
If I say this, they might re-vote
Why I'm the king of Grime by default
Big ego, man can't diss my
without being punished
Are we living in a big lie, which someone else created
Why do millions of children still have to die of hunger
Why are rich men
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