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
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
to get off pen' time (pen' time)
Free my nigga Ripper, Rollin' 60s, he on Crip time (Crip time)
Mojo almost home, Five Deuce Bishop, my dog Big Slime
homie
And for that reason thats the reason I keep two on me
Lying to me I turn up on you and get crucial
Any commotion I call the homie me and too rollin
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
i'm a die trying to get rich
I got steppers in the six with some big sticks
Five bloods and I’m rolling wit six crips
Patek full of water got his wrist
Once upon a time
I was rich
How you gonna tell me I wasn't living as a kid, uh
Once upon a time
I was rich
I was runnin' runnin' round
I was
Everyone's different
So what I want, you might not want
Visa versa, yeah who Don't
G-H
Who don't wanna be rich? (Who?)
Who don't wanna be big
But I Don't Remember
(Swaggaer Music)
When You From Where I'm From, You Look Up To Big Meech (Zippo)
Rollin' Outta Foreign New Schools & Long Sleeves
most
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we
(Girls voice) "Man I wish I could find me a brother with some game"
To the rescue!
Here's a little somethin' for you whacked out suckers
Rollin
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
is it like, tossin' them hoes?
And rollin' them fools on them vogues
Flossin' them chains, we doin' big things
And bustin' on punks at close range
his ass
You can have her
(You can have her)
Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a
Young
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(What you laughin' at?)
Well, I'm rich and famous
It's just better, like, it's just like
Know what I'm sayin'?
[Wyclef Jean]
Big & Rich, Wyclef Jean
There goes the neighborhood, Oh Oh!
[Chorus: Big & Rich]
Please man, don?t call the police man
Why can
nigga, hood rich, we livin' (we livin')
(Rich Gang) We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down,
one big room and it's full of mad btiches
You could me my luva
Maybe we could go away get to know each other
Im rich and umm, sorry hun i dont need no
If i was rich
I wouldnt stop smokin pack by the zip
Id only fuck on the baddest bitches
I could go broke n still drip bitch
If i was rich
Ridin
and Cali G
Big Ed, see-Murder, and Master P
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man)
Just a player
Rollin through the hills like Beverly
Whose your bitch tell her she ain't ever touching me
Big body how we roll like Bent-e-ly
Focused energy
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh)
I done smoked weed where they said I can't
Got rich when
RICH P & Free World Music Limited (PRS)
By Road Elf
Written and composed by Clifford Hall - Damian Hall - Nigel Whitefield
Intro
Mi naah laugh
big thighs and the other one was a redbone
Where y'all goin y'all thick as hell
What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight shit
I got some
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