Lyrics:
we sellin' units)
(We doin' real big AND we eatin', the whole plate)
The whole fuckin' plate man; ain't no cuts on this shit man
Ain't no middleman
Forget about the stars, forget about the Benz
Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big 64
Plenty dough and tryna sip chrys
Forget the cash
worried by the wedding ring
That's a fact cause I'm tryna be rich
Cause I'm just tryna be rich with a couple estates
House up in the hills and a house
A These
Used To Walk Foot, Now The Big Benz Drop
Money Pile Up, Stock Pon Stock,
Hello…
The Line Just Get Chop
Ready Fi Travel The World, Pass Mi A Map
with 8
I'm real drug rich from state to state
I'm sticked the fuck up when I'm in the A
Smoke top shelf Za' when I'm in the bay
Treat Pap like Suge when
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
against the world nigga, I feel the same
I'm "Ready to Die" too Big, I feel the same
I'm America's nightmare - young, black and rich
Man, I'm paranoid, make
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Uh huh
Big stepper now moving large on the social
Feeling like Jay woulda thought you was a mogul
On your IG acting like
I shoulda been lit by now
I got everything in the world, but I just want you
Know I act crazy, but you make me crazy Know just what you doing
I know
don't want that I'll drive by from the uber
Dip n dash hit the pad burn like Freddy Krueger
Boy I'm clean
Big drip only man I got em Turbo shoes
Man,
Don seh fi kill dat
Yuh
When you at da top you ain't gotta worry bout ntn
Penthouse suites
Glass doors
Marble floors
Rich nigga lifestyle
Big mansions
be goin' round as the world turns
(Niggaz gettin' swoll out)
And steady turnin'
(And it don't stop and it don't quit)
(That real shit)
As the world
We bout to get real ugly up in this muthafucka
For the 9-9 and the 2-G
Def Jam
Snoop Dogg all up in this muthafucka
Big Kap
Eastsidaz
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
Free the real, keep the rest, bitch
Ah
This winnin' shit easy, all you gotta do is grind and pray (Amen)
If you ain't fuckin' find somebody
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
You can't stop it, you can't stop it, you can't stop it, the world is in my pocket
You can't stop it, you can't stop it, you can't stop it, I want
real you ain't fucking with no Jit nigga/ Keep grinding one day I'll be a rich nigga/ Keep it real you ain't fucking with no Jit nigga/ Keep grinding
Heaven or Hell, base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink
You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga
The same
'bout mud in your sink
You like to mistake a street
Nigga for real nigga
The same nigga that kill with
You'll squeal with you
I deal with you like my son,
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
real before the thing shot
big up to who a bring the sond dem to the disjock
and now mi rich all a mi friend dem affi rich back
big house and big yatch
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