Lyrics:
rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands
loved by ya grandmama, and ya babies
[chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack n the box
You can't impress me, so fuck what you got
I say my head
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
to go from little girl, small town, little world
Made a wrong turn, suddenly I’m gone
Had to go from little girl to a big woman, real world
Made a couple
a big bag for real)
When you get back home (yeah)
I got a big ol' Birkin bag with my feet up (feet up)
I fucked around and told her, "Pass me money
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
(I'll what?)
I'll put you right up in the sewer (yeah)
Hold on, Big E
DJ Shon, Rich Forever, you dig?
That was Kid by the way
Rich Forever in the buildin'
they get scared
Went and got that coupe and then went
Got that iced out big head
But all I ever want to be was a rich nigga
I was raised not to hate but
Never could tell him nothing
Fuck real G's, with big nuts who flip keys on highways
Player made niggas, man who flip hoes off myspace
Luxury in
be in the trenches
Pourin' syrup with the real ones
I'm a livin' legend, that's a big one
(That's a big one)
I pay cash for all my cars
Man, that card,
Now we got em shook got em frozen
Real lit Aye I'm smoking in motion
They Say your only hurt by the closest
So I always keep the thorns on the roses
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
and it's glistenin' (Uh)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Rrr)
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
feel I'm living a lie
I trying to be get rich
I wanna have it made
I gotta think big
I gotta get paid
They told me work hard
Get a 9 to 5
I did that
I
If it pop off
Would you be there
If it's all lost
Would you be there for me
Real ones
Can I get one
Are you riding
Yea until what
That's what you
Oooowwwweeeeeee
Drip You unsplash me
Heeeeeyyyyyyyyy
Real baller shit
Big Shot Riding roun the city wit a big glock
Hopping out the Benz wit a big
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
started buzzin', you got attached (chill)
You should be spendin' that money on re-in' up and not in Saks (real estate)
It's only cool bein' dressed in
Yup, yuo
Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci)
My nigga Zo' on the track (My nigga Zo')
That real shit, that real shit
I'm a hood rich
,
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
The way things are going we need a quick fix, baby
I don't mind you being a rich bitch, babe
If I were a real big baddy, sugardaddy, I'd be good to you
whenever you write down your goals
You're manifesting them into the real world
So let's live that
Big dreams
Big house
Lots of land and live free
I don't
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