Lyrics:
the world watching, so i stay litty (wo,wo)
With the big dogs, judo karate kicking (wo,wo)
She do the lip talk, tell me why am i tripping (wo,wo)
I ain't
Rich niggas pull up in Skat's
Go, skrrt skrrt skrrt, go!
Ain't no come up this ain't that girl
Real boss bitch yea that's my world
It's Young Dise, I got
Sometimes you gotta pay your dues
So don't worry just push on through
Keep'n it real
Gotta big up all my peoples who be working on the future
Though
on tour (take 'em)
Take a Glock with me to the awards
Fuck the world like a prostitute (yeah)
Real street nigga, I salute (bitch)
Yeah, dope money,
niche
Had a couple best friends but you know these niggas switch
Grinding by my own new zone
Just tryna get rich
Tryna get rich
Tryna get rich
New Zone
Man down ran down who
(Who)
Big bag big bag ouhh (Cash)
Bussin out the roof
Twin seater twins in the coupe (Skrrt)
50 bands by lunch time
U ion want
insane
Why the world insane
Why the world insane
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back
to assist in your depravity
I'm about to offer you the greatest deal in the world
Why just imagine: Rich, better looking
More powerful, number one, so rich
Pocket full of money yeah you know a nigga hood rich
Hoodstar, been there, counted all that
Tell that boy official by the way he wear his ball cap
you get change but if you want to get rich in this world you have to think of Something that Everybody wants and then sell it to them
And then they give
had big goals since a little kid growing up at my granny house
I can't wait till I get rich so I can make a way to get my family out
Perfect my craft
dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself?
You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it
As the world
(Mimi, Latto)
Got that real big energy (DJ Khaled)
Hey, daddy, when you gon' stop playin'?
(Another one)
Bad chick, I could be your fantasy
I can
Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens
I'm hungry for real, I'm about to stick Mister Cee
That nigga still eating off Big's first LP
I
Introduce you to star life
You ah roll wid a real G
So welcome to paradise
Me nah leave you lonely
Keep you by my side
Nah make you walk in the sun
Everyday, You know I stay on my big dog status
In the city doing plays on my big dog status
You know we steady getting rich on my big dog status
I'm
Do you know what you in it for
Im chasing dough while Im gettin dough
Big checks in a envelope
All the real ones know that
Im never gone stop
No Im
this record is from me to you baby
Yeah, real talk
Been around tha world
I've been into many places seen some unfamiliar faces
But baby none of them
Putting words together sick skill
The world is for the taking
You combine it with a rich will
[Thats real]
I got a good foundation
Cause I came up came up
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Angels Crying
A kid like me so tired
Just a small kid in a big big world trying to figure out all of my desires
New generation, trying to find out
penetentiary chances tryin to get rich
My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti
Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it
Chorus
[c-murder]
Throw your
(David Wesson)
Raised by OGs, I was taught by the best
You was raised on IG
So you was taught by the 'net
See you wearin' fake shit
You wasn't
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