Lyrics:
Ayy, Jeffery
Rich Gang or don't bang, know what I'm sayin'?
Goddamn, money gettin' type of shit
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, I promise I won't ever switch up
me picture me life
Zinc fence and board house far me a come from now me av big benz a drive
Rich inna life me ago rich inna life
Me know d journey nah
the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it
Ha? I get rich why'all
Ha, boy I done bought D's wid dis
Big bout-it Benz car
born a big stepper
Money be the motive all I got is green vision
Destined for billboards radio and television
Kid like a buGatti eight banger how I'm
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
big but I'm not rich (Not rich)
I know hella niggas in my circle that are toxic (Toxic)
I drink my problems away like alcoholics
Hello (Hello), hey how
I'm a rich side nigga and she know that
Got a couple pounds of za in the coach bag
If the little bitch bad imma stroke that
If she ain't with
Pop Out Lyrics
Hook
Might just pop out with my wrist
Might just pop out with your bitch
By what she want and shit
Trap Nigga I’m rich
Diamonds
by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I'm dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin', but the bad
Big Latto (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss
nice unless you wanna get slapped
They still sleeping on me it’s gon be a cat nap
They gon wake up to me on TV and the radio and selling out shows
Big
Every day I get a brand new show
Off TV record and radio
I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
'Cause I got the affirmative
C30 C60 C90 Go
Every day I get a brand new show
Off TV record and radio
I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
'Cause I got the affirmative
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60
Every day I get a brand new show
Off TV record and radio
I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
Cause I got the affirmative
C30 C60 C90 Go
(ah)
We got big jewels (big jewels), big cars (big cars)
Big watch on a pair of bapesta's (bapesta)
Ice cream with an astronaut
You don't
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy
And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh, I can't
Real deal M's's
Young rich nigga
Migos
Young rich nigga
Real deal M's's
Go, go, go, go, hey
M's, nigga (M)
Want them M's, nigga (real deal
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
we're still and quiet
And you look out on the water
And the big ships, and the big boats
Came on sailing by, by, by, by
And you felt so good, and I
a digit
Got a midget in the stash kinda hard for it to fit in
So how can I broke
When I go by name of Rich
And I shouldn't have to call bitch
Cus you know
ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill (ice, ice)
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill (mob)
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did
right
She was bound to be yours for at least a night
See, I was introduced to her by my cous'
But that was before he told me who or what she was
Me
on the radio
Big red one going down
Feel like one in a small town
Parked way out in the dark
And they danced on the hood
She was sitting on the shining
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