Lyrics:
that was of value to me was in London.
By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
gone
To a brand new city with a brand new blonde
Oh yeah
You can’t rock my boat
I’m cruising thru this ocean homie you can barley float
(Both)
Ooh too
a different type
Wood grain Nada, yes I'm the Baba
Don't rock Prada, what's a stylist
I'd rather make my clothes, merch by the boat load
Banana club
tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in 'em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom
broke? That nigga is a joke
I should probably put him on, but I probably really won't
Call up Stance in a boat, the gang stay afloat
Got bred by
it my way
I was faded in the daylight
Elevated up in cloud nine
I don't need no one to get by
If you wanna judge me, that's fine
'Cause I'm all
nonsense, there's no you
Married to the game, yeah we just got a load
Depending on the shipment, we might need a boat
I'm talking big money, anybody own
play with that rock like Carmelo
Anthony big booty bitches like J-Lo, Lopez
That ain't codeine, boy that's Karo
I'm getting Milwaukee Bucks, OJ mayo
They
the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver um, curtains please
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly (uh huh)
Black and blue, that gray
of bars like 100 spokes
Nigga money comes
Nigga money goes
Don't get a stamp when it come by boat
Deep in the water tryna stay afloat
(Talking that
said want some coke (what else?)
I said what you need, bitch, we got that by the truckload (we got it)
She said she wanna do some' (woo), told her get
can you rock
I never talk about it if it wasn't true
I was raised by the fellas point at you and then they shoot
I'm a problem child I been on my own up
goat, shit I ain't even wrote nothing
Foot on they throat, fuck around be done choked something
Rock a bitch boat, fuck around be done broke something
I'm
seen every scene twice
Stopping down in Tokyo, dipping in the rice
I'm a boss at the wind, I cracked every colored dice
I do it big, fuck the rumors
Tokyo, dipping in the rice
I'm a boss at the wind, I cracked every colored dice
I do it big, *** the rumors
Rich and infamous with the blue and gray Pumas
pulled over
I dont know if im koming home
Made it there up by my own
Kouple plays up in phone
Kouple plays lotta plays in my zone
We getting rich bitch I
a fork in the road[00:26.63]Been on a wave, like I'm rocking a boat[00:28.57]If I'm a choice, then you already chose[00:30.33]Man to man, I been getting
Wantin' me to cross over like I'm on a fast breaks
Speakin my selection makes it hard like rambo
Some of yall say a train
Nothin but a sand boat
Big
no bra
Boat rock now, get your rocks soft
Talks often jotty jawn when the cops at large
Big screen big screams, pictured Black Death
Medieval
Philly
I might OD
Turrane SandTan
APC
Balenciaga big B
Gucci
I'm in here with racks (with racks)
Put Coco Chanel on her bag (her bag)
What you know bout
the young black and famous Rich like Matty
With the power and the knowledge at our fingertips
With a style make the ladies wanna lick they lips, shake they
carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my niggas on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man
make it re-rock
No big homie showed me how to plot
Aye I ain't need no big homie for this shit got it on my own I ain't need no bitch
Got it on my on I
Much more than you asked
So many years and tears, the blood and sweat that fell
Now it speak for itself
I be the same nigga (get rich nigga)
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