Lyrics:
Rich that's ahh niggha Fix
Bad bitches big chains what ahh Niggha Chase
Finally got it finally got it taking all Fades
I'm in trap by myself taking all
a cowboy hat
I dont mess around, yo what's up with that
I'm cowboy troy, a texas hick
And I'm rollin with the brothers
Big and Rich
Go cowboy go
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Dtb, that's a slap) right there
Rich city stunner, big dog move militant
Cold as the winter, but my chick like the summer get
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
I j wanna ride with a lil bad bih
Smoke on a big fat splif
Young nigga trynna get rich
Baby do you wanna see me drift
Ion wanna go sideways
Ion wanna
white bitch is rich something like Madonna
Big M on the whip but it ain't a Mazda
From Gertz all the way to Kings Plaza
Flow viciously sick need to see
like bliss
Not a gamble so I'll take the risk
Throw my cards down and I'll say go fish
Already won with you I feel so rich so rich so rich
Never knew
it, soaring high above it
Looking down on Rio from a heaven of blue
Send a radio to Rio de Janeiro
With a big hello just so they'll know and stand by
it, soaring high above it
Looking down on Rio from a heaven of blue
Send a radio to Rio de Janeiro
With a big hello just so they'll know and stand by
By the dawns early light
Loves lies like a dead cloud
On a shabby, yellow lawn
Up on riverside
She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
She'll
go natural.
But at sixty-eight, approaching the big seven zero, her life long vanity would not allow it.
And so, as the portable radio blared, she
It's a war on this one
We goin war on this one
It's a war on this one
We goin war on this one
If the radio doesn't play me
We going war on this one
I
White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did
White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did
on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Pull up on that
Girl if i had one wish
It’d be for us to get rich, have kids, Hold it down n never split
Girl if i had one wish
It’d be for us to get rich, have
getting laid
Face masks, butt plugs
Sold out, big fame
Fuck
The poor beg
The rich laugh
The kids bribed
Taken for flights
The poor stare
The rich preach
chop motherfucker stop the bullshit
Radio rappers always saying that they so rich
Rhyming bout the clothes that they wearing I swear it's ho shit
I'm
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
She's by herself again
In the quiet secret night
Below the neighbor's window
Hands in pockets; head on one side
And the radio plays an unknown
your list is done/
I see the hit list, consider that your shit is bunk/
If your name start with 21, rich or lil, young/
Yachty be shunned, if Uzi a gun/
but my flow is worth billions
Now my whole blood line rich like i'm Hov
Life insurance so big so i'm acting bold
Crazy what a nigga did with
when I walk
Listen to me when I talk
Its not by force
But its obvious that I'm on course
On the right path
To more fame and more cash
I got tired
During Esco season, Big ask Pac who shot you? It wasn’t much more but just accusations until the radio begin instigating then the East and West love
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