Lyrics:
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls
Yeah, that's my word, that's my word, no, I
a nigga
Listen up I gotta question:
Why these young niggas talk
Shit through a message?
Is it cause I'm rich?
Why you hating on my blessing?
Probably cause
that flame
Now it's time to run em up, he exotic, Mary Jane
When them niggas killed Quan, me and Rich had seen some brains
I dare nigga touch bro, hunnid
going to happen
Arenas packed i could see all the madness
They gone bump this while they speeding thru traffic
Niggas get shot everyday that what
spacing out damn what day is it
I’m saving saving saving saving saving trynna get stupid rich
You can’t just walk up on me nigga I do not care who you with
will spill
I want my selfish era walk around like I'm the G.O.A.T
I wanna gloat I wanna be that rich
Son of a bitch with the big ass house and the big
to knock us down
But we would walk through
My niggas move that hard
They selling soft to
Life is all about that chance
Just make a smart move
Real niggas do
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O-G
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O-G
imagine
I'm in a zone you
Couldn't imagine
You thought I was finished
Homie you thought I was done
Homie why you walk like that
Homie why you talk like
my circle
Give rich die tryin' like 50 no many men in my circle
You was locked up in that cell I couldn't do shit about it
You told me make it by yo
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
I live by my word I don't tell no fibs
I just skrtt thru the hood
I be getting rich
Yeah
I be getting rich
It's just back to the T
And I cannot quit
then I ain't getting by
If I ain't getting paid, then homie it's a problem
The problems that I got only money can solve 'em
Money never sleeps, money
(And I know)
You can't resist (And you don't) even exist
I see right through you niggas
Just like a ghost cause I'm a g for sure
Yeah homie
You already
lotta gold all up in my mouth And I know, I got hella haters
Tell 'em walk it out (Rich)
I got love interests
Wall to wall, room full of them bitches
I
up
Chi-Town, keep puttin' them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up
Now let me give you a walk through
Show you what to do
nigga, gang
Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin' (drip)
Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip)
Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion
In
Live and learn
Life is a lesson
And I'm gonna teach it
First I'm gonna crawl, then I'm gonna walk
Then I'm gonna stand, then I'm gonna talk
high priority as a target or victim
The rich love to smile at the poor while they evicted em, damn
It's a AM vibe
Just a AM vibe
Homie try to ease your
on the edge and it's getting sharper
Let me ride
Homie let me ride
It's Jaeti from the East Side
Getting stopped by the crooked cops
Don't make a move
Don't
on the edge and it's getting sharper
Let me ride
Homie let me ride
It's Jaeti from the East Side
Getting stopped by the crooked cops
Don't make a move
Don't
That if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen
So I'm smoking by my lonely
By my goddamn self
I don't need your help homie
Cause don't nobody
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