Lyrics:
is until I met you
Together we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes come
Mmm
Aye
KC from the block, yeah
Hey
Lemme show you the world and let's run it
Yeah, that's 45k stuffed in my luggage
Oh yuh, it ain't a big deal,
the one-two
I think she want a rich fella that's a superstar
With a big stack, big house, supercar (skrrt)
Gave her your geart, she finessed you, dawg
a show stopper
Drip designer, I started last year
These niggas, far behind me
Top shotta, I'm talkin' big baller
Big Scott a shot caller, why damn
Yeah,
all got lost can you show me the way?
Show me the way
I thought I would be rich by now
I thought I would have it figured out
I thought I would be rich
My big cuddie took me on my first mission
Bag on me High as fuck in the Lamb
I can't fumble up
Heard your dog hella broke go get his money up
West
on a show and im clapping Him
Hit the nigga thats in back of Him
That nigga gone but he was a pawn
We hit the nigga that was backing Him Push
I dont really
of breakin sluthers
How I maneuver
Might just end up wit cougar
Ima juice her
Guarantee that I get the Gouda
Big bands big bands I need big bread
Bad bitch wit
a bitch, butterfly
Rose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time
That big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time
Get punched
shit up, I ain’t givin’ no fucks
When I drive by all the bitches show me love
Got yo daddy hatin’ on me cause yo mama wanna fuck
Know you hear the bass
featuring Notorious B.I.G.
(Notorious B.I.G.)
Fuck that I preach it my nine reaches
The prestigious cats who speak this Willie shit
4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck
Ain't never had shit, now a nigga mad rich
I always thought I'd get a mil'
I ain't never think about three or four
on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('cause our hood is on it)
I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' wild
'Bout
I don't keep no girl but they just show up when I need one (hey)
Baby, give me life like it's night at the museum, ay (wow)
All about my freedom,
All my niggas, get your figures
And all my bitches, work that body
Yo, boss talk, nigga, start the car, let the Porsche talk
Crib big as AC,
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
He ain’t got no sense
Whiteboy wild like Rick
Crazy motherfucker, Not really tryna fist fight
6’2 whiteboy with a big pipe
Kiss my ass, You a bitch
the wheels j, hit it
Yeah we going back to the ol skool
We got dj jazzy jeff on the wheelz
We got to show em we got to show em the way it used to get done man
big bro all night
And i'm keepin my circle small n solid
But my right hand thinkin wild
And i'm tryna get the money together
She challenging my pride
[Intro: Dedric & Nipsey Hussle]
This for the West Coast bity
Aaa-oooaaah
Bow
Aaa-oooaaah
Aaa-oooaaah
(Dedric droppin shit, droppin shit in tha hood,
porsche while lil baby be choking
Isn't it crazy these nigga don't know us
Sparkin it up cause we lighting the torch
West of the country, we up
Full nike outfit no jack jones
I boost physical man I got a backbone
No police on the chase I want P's in the safe so I'm going out west for a bank
We on the go light shine in my post comin from the West Coast
Under God's grace and just in case ya really didn't know
I come in His name that's how
Nkase tšhabe selo
Morena ke modiši waka o nkwiša pelo
Go šetše fela tšatši la bofelo
Ba mathomo e tloba bofelo
Big crooked I ain't getting it
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