Lyrics:
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
to the store
We rob from the rich, and give to the poor
Hip-Hop, oh what a bore
Lettin college motherfuckers run the front door
(Fuck that!) Let's take it
the finest, money buys em
Cashmere suits by designer
Closed door board meetings
make the world go round
Rich pigs get fat tax breaks
Poor people receiving
Which came from his entourage mostly familia
In retrospect irks a little part
But they'll still get checks like niggas no punch line that's
There was a little girl I had planned to marry
This was my love I didn't want to share it
I thought that love would make my life bright and sunny
She
which
They seem to have no fear of
While lovers who are very rich
You very seldom hear of
No little shack do you share with me
We do not flee from
ski that I keep on my boat
Rich! I wanna be rolling in dough
I wanna couple massive castles all surrounded by moats
I want some big diddy fat bird I
another life they get what they are due
And if you seh that God nah sleep and him nuh snooze
Then what about the little baby girl that get abused, by her
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
and the rich man makes the money
[CHORUS]
We travel all over this country wide
playing music by the hour
Always
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
I was born legendary on the 12th of February
Big fat rich nigga, call me Refrigerator Perry
If I piss on your head then call it rain, do you
to listen up, listen up baby
PreChorus : You ain't livin' till your loving so let's be romantic
Girl you're all I need to get by, you're my kinda girl
the poor little sister
She has a little baby daughter
Named Sonya, and Sonya has pneumonia
So why's her mother in a club unzipped though?
Yo, that's her
is no nobility in Poverty
I've been a rich man- and I've been a poor man
An I'm gonna choose rich every fucking time
Cause at least as a rich man when
the world in our hands
Ridge be the future, pull off on Rodeo, we wildin and chillin with girls in the Lamb
Or maybe the Tesla, all white, yeah we bringing
baow)
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up beats from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from
piece of bread
her only fellows in the night were stars and the pale moon
scared of howling wolfes the little girl was to be doomed
She met an old man
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl
Hey
(Hey you over there)
Let's play a little game
We'll call it truth or dare
The truth is fragile
(So fragile)
You know we have to handle it with
And drain the sea
Well I say we fish it till its gone
Get rich before moving on
We will have major problems
Ah ***** it by then we will all be gone
Now I know
say we fish it till its gone
Get rich before moving on
We will have major problems
Ah fuck it by then we will all be gone
Now I know we all don't get
And alone, and you need a companion (money)
You can ring-ting-a-ling for the maid
If you happen to be rich (money)
And you find you are left by your lover
numbers & the name kid
I mean really, houndin' ol' girl, was that really necessary
See your itinerary is all off
You need to be hauled off
She start
road
Use what I got to get what I need
I'm gonna use what I use all I got
To get what I need, yeah
The rich is content while the poor do without
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