Lyrics:
muss dein' Job heut' übernehmen (uh)
Pussyboy, please don't cry, aber du cryst, cry me a river
Ja, ich fick' die Bitch, hitt'-hitt'-hitt' auf die 808s
cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
about the day I had please
Big City London, Big City London
Man, Oh oh man, the city be bumpin
Big City London, Big City London
Man, Oh oh man, the city
channel, real life soprano
got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo
I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich
BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
[Baby]
See I hold
awards and
It's powered by Nissan
Big Tigger off the top, it's what we do
Everybody in Hip Hop, please stop through!
BET instabooth LIVE from the
Carpet
real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age
a basic hoe I need a rich chick, ok
Big shit nigga i talk big shit
And my wrist lit yeah you know my wrist lit
All this jewelry, got me looking like a quick
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Almost by accident, I have become rich
Through continued reward for skilled labor in the private sector
And a genuine lack of interest in expensive
or my
Queso
Yes I get it all by myself
If you ain't know
Skinny Mexican with a truck
Filled with 8 hoes
Pick 2 kick the rest out imma
A hole
Rich vato
gave my big homie paper, I said pay me later
He fucked up and folded and shit
By the end of the week, had them boys hit a sweep
Cuz he thinking shit
Trap was colder than shit
I made a home with the nits
I sell stones and invest it in sticks
I cop big bits
Press ya tryna get rich
Would've thought
more trip
Look at my haters they more piss
In vip taking big sip
I got that rich boy sauce
U better bring the mop bring that mop
I'm funna rich boy
Chorus
Swervin thru the city wit a big titty bitch
Lightin up the gas homie all up in the whip
Focused everyday cause I gotta get rich
Livin
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches
Hierarchy
Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88)
problems
Imma take rich nigga problems
Rich nigga problems
Workin man, workin man
I see you workin man
Damn
This shit ain't workin man
Gave my whole day
the president
It reads stop trying
You're in over your head
Nothing here is fine man
Please, leave your keys
The Commander in Thief
Growing rich from the poor
the president
It reads stop trying
You're in over your head
Nothing here is fine man
Please, leave your keys
The Commander in Thief
Growing rich from the poor
you'll probably find gold and probably get rich
Greater He that's in me than He in the world that why it's flip
I just took me a trip the world is too big
(Gah Damn! luri)
(Ay ayy yeah, shut up pussy boy)
Shut up please, ay ayy, shut up please (Shut up)
Yeah shut the fuck up man (Shut the fuck up!)
Shut
Xander JACOB get into it
May I have your attention?
May I have your attention please?
Gwenno omwana wa your mommy
Didi dari dala didi dari dala did
You on that bullshit and Im just tryna get rich
Fuck the bullshit we just tryna get rich
Yea yea yea yea
Uh uh uh uhhh
You on that bullshit and Im
be a rich and
I-I-I wanna be a rich and famous (famous, famous, rich and famous)
(?) by living in a Malibu mansion
Wanna be a baller be the boss,
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