Lyrics:
To have their world laid out before him
Or you might say, he's just a rich kid or
A fascist or a charlatan
But either way you say it if you look
payback is a must when I ain't the nigga that's gettin rich
Cause life ain't but one big change
And unlike these other motherfuckers
I ain't afraid to touch
Fuck real G's, with big nuts who flip keys on highways
Player made niggas, man who flip hoes off Myspace
Luxury in driveways let your roof back nigga
A real boss up in the game
Don't have to pay to play
We burnin' down come smoke a pound
I'm just a flight away
I earned the right to say I'm
Rich off what
You know Lil Ced, that's my nigga, I made him a millionaire
Fuck it, we all rich
I ain't tryna have babies right now, so we fuck with a rubber
But
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
Number-one stunna, nigga
([B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga)
The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, nigga
The Big Tymers
(What?), Suburbans and jets (What?)
Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure)
(Hook2x [B.G.])
Big Tymers - they g's, too
Them niggas'll
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
mil', now that's a deal
Filthy rich at his best
Love hell I write, with a 7 on my chest
I come, real street knowledge, boulevard trade school
Paid
more daddy's little girl)
You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't
We probably buy the whole world when we get rich as fuck
You left your pride in the floor you better pick it up
Know my head stay on the swivel ain't
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
Tell him that your daddy was a real baller
He was blowin' money by the seasons
Let him know you good, left a couple mil and a whip for you
Big burner
Yea... yeah, ayy, huh
Y'all already know I like them sticks man
I swear I'm so lifted walkin on the moon
We gon' be rich real, real soon
And when
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
to the life that I use to live
Give me back all the shits I could never give
Yearnin for the fake surrounded by the real
Now you know the deal when it comes
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
Backend hit it from the back then she got a real big booty and a accent.
(Hook)
(Brisco)
Make that pussy pop for the backend. Shawty look good
back
Or just a parasite crawlin
Is the rich kid really better off?
Standards pampered by the mom and pop
Got em all goin all soft
With thoughts
to work my magic around some lame niggas
I got bills so its time to get rich
I know when a nigga working for the feds
You got caught up with that rock now
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
am just tryna get rich
My dad got money Ian getting none of it
Niggas always talking big talk but they broke
Don’t be quick to think that
All these
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
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