Lyrics:
got the time to smoke this, hold this
Yo G, roll by in a blacked out TT, Megaman carry two gats easy
Seeing stars, and a mister wanna jack me
Jack me
To all my hustler niggas
To all the muthafuckas out there that's rollin'
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Fuckin' with the birds
Check this out
a gangsta, well join a gang
You a pimp, well then pimp a bitch, get 'em rich or just get the change
See I live by the quarter mile, I'm walkin' against
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the way from them niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)
They ain't have no
bitch"-
I'm like I'm fuckin her right now
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
big money shit
Now everybody tryin' to get rich
Now get rich niggas, fuck it
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
When they speak, you see
people into an all-star lane and take the lead, nigga
I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code that some gon' heed
Get rich or die tryin' so I
believing, They was bashin'
Now that it's up, They gon' claim they saw flashes
Of greatness, You know I'm attracted
Get up
Get down
Big responsibilities if you
GNC rich gang, nigga on me
It's a shame what they do for the clout
Stayed down, until I got out
Ring, ring, that nigga a mouse
In a fast whip, big crib,
Yeah (Cookin Soul)
This only for the big dogs
Get bags, no pause
Hit the weed, lift off
Hop in the coup, scratch off
Keep it real, that's law
Everything big, everything big, everything big
Yeah, everything big, in my motherfuckin' crib, whoa
And I'm gettin' rich with my nigga, BlackThaKid, whoa
Damn,
born to get rich
Rollin out the big jars woods get too harsh
Foreign and it's push start and it look hard
Just left the Coast now I'm back
I been there
he don't
Big dog, chop in the same spot
Every time I wanna stop they say keep goin'
Don't stop, don't stop
Big bank, Sudi Mane makin' big withdrawals
I’m warm-ups, shorts, jeans, and boots
And the only thing I rap about is beats and rhymes
We think deep by design, you should read my mind
‘Cuz yours is
your head off
You was talking big
What you scared for
Like biggie said, niggas dead wrong
They identify you by your headstone
They identify you by your
And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,
Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.
The riffles of his sluicing-box
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea
Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass
Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last
And young Wayne do song about
Cats should get they minds right
Cats should get they minds right
They say they goin' in, rollin' in, blowin' stems
Hollerin' YOLO in a photo
wasn't by my side you cant rock with us
That's my slime (Yea, yea)
That's my slime
That's my slime
(Yea, yea)
I just fucked yo main bitch
Big ol Benz watch
a Buffalo
Live rich fuck the broke
Walking with the hundreds though
Big ass bills a nigga stay counting hella dough
Big tripping that's a part of my day
I
tryna creep on some shit
We was jumping fences wasn't tryna get rich
Tryna get it better work it day by day
Tryna erase my past but it won't go away
I
lungs get bigger
In the club with some stars big dipper
Leave the ho by the bar big tipper
I put a ho in the trash no liter
Cap in they raps say they got
doing Michael Jackson before I could talk
I was chosen by the Lord like Noah with Ark's
I ain't sitting at the back I did it Ms. Parks
Clifford I'm a big
act like you hood rich
Pipe dreams, inhale take a big hit
Quick fade, y’all really need good clips
Lemme put the flames out with a quick flick
War time,
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