Lyrics:
Oh, oh, oh (ayy, yo, Nashi, you go crazy)
Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet
Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your bitch
to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation
Through the radio stations
Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
of dark roads
Rich in Life
Rich in Mind
Rich in Time
Benji Picasso
Ben Jammin'
Michael Russano
Bucatini Benny
Mikey Morto by the lockup
Wildman by
to
Know we ain't bluffing
Ya we making something
Just by the way that we move
Put Micheal j on my shoes
I put in work in the stu
Imma peel off in the gatti
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
ran by rich old white men and uncle Toms
The youth may be dumb but the old are corrupt and blinded by religious tradition
Separation was made for
storming
Stayed down till I came up
I aint rich but I got money
They calln me back (ay)
I heard the streets calln
They holding my back
They aint wanna
rich, still got money, just like Ye
Street nigga, big bag, I can put you on
fuck the fame, I'm gettin' bigger, I bought my mama a Benz
Big money, what I'm
talk about your dawg to your other dawg, man up and fix it
I came from broke Durk to big Durk (yeah, yeah)
And I can merch, I wanted the rich
Where
big money shit
Now everybody tryin' to get rich
Now get rich niggas, fuck it
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
When they speak, you see
aristocrats
Above the hungry and poor
America, America
The saints come marching home
The holy ghost is knees
Crushed by sticks and stones
Mega phone
Big
look outside, H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise
It's a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with Andre I guess
Roll it
Turnpike in the wee wee hours
I was rollin' slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers
Here come a flat-top, he was movin' up with me
Then come wavin' by me in
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
to make time.
You'll love 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
with the Birds
And surf on the tide when it curves
Some will get Rich or die tryin
but I don’t wanna die unenlightened
Pose for the lights in
She love my style
This supreme
Got me looking rich
She like my style
Because its lit
Don't stunt bitch
Yeah I'm killing shit
Wrap my wrist
James Allen
from the back, Ion know how to act
I’m popping a Perc, it keep me relaxed
He talk out his top, leave his brain in his lap
Everybody got rich, watch our
I got German engineerin
You can feel it when Im steerin
Big glock 40 on me
I'll pull it aint no fearin
First to sixth I'm gone in 60 seconds feel
watch
How you talk to the dance rap god i got dance artist
I got dance label we making big
Moves it's about to get real fatal
Ya until the death they
rich niggah back then broke or broke or broke and broke niggah
It go who is this niggah then that niggah then my niggah
Pick up pick up your soul
When I walk in I be off of them shits
Off the rip, imma get it till my whole team rich
Countin' strips, I don't wanna get caught up in the mix
But it
Loyalty and honesty
Got me to a big pound
Bitch nigga I gotta money now
I can throw $100 Dollas in my shower now
I can finally take a bow now
2020
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