Lyrics:
+Aguilera+
Yep, he's a skater the kids that's rhyming
But I'm also young and rich wit a big ass diamond
Hey yo my intro's crazy, I'm in a new Mercedes
of misunderstandin'
Hit the parkin' lot, bitch, I was standin' by the Benz
You think a nigga rich, bitch?
Gold diggin' tramps tryin' to get with this dick
For all
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
cussin' at grown-ups
Buddy, you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
What's up, dog?
What you need, nigga?
Ah shit, one time
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
by (you)
Rollie flooded (flooded), diamonds flawless (flawless)
Bad thotties, big bodies (skrrt, yeah)
(Sex)
Oh you rich? Yeah
I just gave my ex
Hitting my big walls like handballs
He reminds me of a Ken Doll
Remember that shit?
Toy ass man with a nice and no dick
I ain't got time for playing games
couldn’t walk a mile in my big ass shoes
(cuse) niggas say my accent make them sick
Shit I say my accent made me rich
Put it in a couple of my billboard
bales by the day
I can move a whole hundred
Couple niggas say they got paper on my head
They frontin', yeah
Poppin' big shit, nigga know my clique lit
a crook 'bout money, if you owe me better pay my money
So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money
And I don't really need new friends
So please
the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver um, curtains please
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly (uh huh)
Black and blue, that gray
Yo
We on big checks
Y'all big cap
Nigga I'm about the money not the chitchat
Swear to God that our pockets on a mismatch
Pull up to the spot,
a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (wasn't rich)
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was fuckin' with
niche
Had a couple best friends but you know these niggas switch
Grinding by my own new zone
Just tryna get rich
Tryna get rich
Tryna get rich
New Zone
a split
I gotta be rich
Ima be rich
Verse 1:
I gotta be rich
Sack bout as big as it Get
Pack bout as loud as it get
Water my neck and my wrist
Car
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just
in the street gonna be
A big man someday you got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
I want it all, I want it all
I
on the Benz (speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints (hoo)
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho (Ocean, yeah)
Top down, she
just saw my opps and they don't want no drama
Surrounded by gorillas they don't want no problems
I don't understand I've been been that man
Certified
You big stench in my life, you big stench
Huh, I'm big rich
Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho
You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho
You
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