Lyrics:
Aight man, big money conversation poppin' off right here
Large numbers and plenty zeros (hmm-mm)
Hides yo' hoes and protect yo' egos (yeah)
What
admitted admit that I've been done dirty by a Couple of bitches But Mary's been forever committed
We get the world high, Cali get the whole world high
I am a king in my own world
Like it or not
Open your eyes
Everything round you started with a thought
I’m already rich
Really I’m broke
But it’s in
tons
Heavy load I came to tip scales
Deadly raw I came with Fish scale
Perico no this a big whale and
Its ready go bro this ship has sailed
Becky knows
chain is crazy
That shit for gazey
And it ain't real
Unless it's copper or stainless steel
So whoever made it
You shouldn't have paid it
Twenty
got real fear
I said barakallahu feek insha allah
My grandma was my big homie by the way
Yeah yeah
If I had a penny for every heartbreak I had
Man I'd
how is he bangin' that lyircal shit
Oh you ain't know that this nigga could spit
Lemme just give you a list
Big rich
Big whip
Big crib
Big wrist
I'm in
Big dawg of this yard
I cant hang with you
Real nigga in these streets
What I gave to you
I den did it
I den done it
I den seen all
Quit all that acting
niggas get sea sick
Aye, aye breath bitch
Ima pro bitch not a poor bitch
Looking for a rich nigga that can turn a dollar to big profits
You lame as niggas
Get Rich!
KingDaymO big O be the wave,
Too hot too cold big fever, & I been popping my shit in these speakers, & I been steppin' ina name of Jesus
get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead
literally see the double start to comin' alive
Come alive like heart rates, followed by a car chase
Chris Rock selfies with a top 5 arms race
Moncler skullies
angel wings
Rainbow drawings by tiny fingers
And a big ol' castle out of popsicle sticks
But my favorite piece ain't got a frame
It's
This world is big and wild and half insane.
Take me where real animals are playing.
Just a dirty old shack,
Where the hound dogs bark,
That we
through, killed 'em
Four by four came tall, not a lift-kit
Trackhawk fast, on some young nigga rich shit
Lamb' truck look like a shark, I'm a big fish
places done stayed and went
Plenty faces done came and went
Plenty money came in got spent
One day i'ma be big
One day i'll have kids
One day i'ma be rich
Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
fifth
I know a man that keep him a smith
Trap out the vacant I'm tryna get rich
You want it lil baby just come get your fix
I ain't goin for nun
Real
a big mansion sittin' by an island
My lil' niggas under twenty-one
And they retired (yeah)
Pull up on the 6, I see Vezz, I see Webb
I see Benz, I see
this world I chose
Help me get on my toes
Lately im feeling myself
I pray by the bed by myself
And I cry to Allah for repentance
I need you to guide my
made me
I hit a big booty bitch even though she a cougar
She born the 1980s
I can't even mess with the girl for real She ain't getting money, highkey
control"
"Hip-hop is not, what it is today.."
"It's the real... it's the (militia)"
If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd
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