Lyrics:
I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
then she out for the night hoe
She bad but after head I am not kissing
Said I want a rude girl but she cannot listen
Why'd you tag me in the post bitch
have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy
Poppin' big shit, nigga
Tell me how the fuck you try to go big on big
Chasing after a nigga, take care of your motherfuckin' kids
Word around town
Rich that's ahh niggha Fix
Bad bitches big chains what ahh Niggha Chase
Finally got it finally got it taking all Fades
I'm in trap by myself taking all
to great heights
I tell 'em hit me via satellite late night, to see what nookie taste like
All face right, I got a badonkadonk
And I could back it up
And niggas lookin' shady
I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older
Y'all bitches better pay me
You want me to say it's all good in my hood
Well I can't
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
And he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts
on the Cali strip
Showed him the copyrights, his life in the real flick
In Braille, he read it in no time
Hit me with his math, said I'll give you some more
me hurt you
You want trouble, I got plenty
How you want it, full or semi
I'm so rich so all that fuck boy shit you kickin' don't offend me
Don't get
And we still up in this, won't turn down, won't go home
I got big wheels on my ride
Spent bout 6 mills on my ride
You catch me swervin all over your
Yeah, yeah, um
Class is in session, please get by the bar
Ladies, first position (Yung Dza)
I wanna see you tucking in that butt, haha (go,
bitch, I'm not no IG model (nah)
Where them rich niggas at? Ain't scared to spend them racks
Take that lil' Rollie off, where them big Patek's at?
You
we'll get the bag Giving you all these jingles
One day we'll make it big
We never sleep at night
We working all the time
We working all the time
One day
selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties
Flat ass TV screen
I keep a bad bitch call me the BB King
And you know I got that mouth out
white bitch is rich something like Madonna
Big M on the whip but it ain't a Mazda
From Gertz all the way to Kings Plaza
Flow viciously sick need to see
slow-motion
And the bills rollin in just like a coasta
Gotta catch a nigga sleepin late night
Stick em with the toaster
Make him put it all in
Like he was
game's too weak, you're forced to fold
All this hating and debating shit, made me cold
Ready to blast, separate ya body from your soul
Conniving ass
Notorious, Big Pun, Shawn Carter
Sean Combs and Connery all in one
Whoever told you sky’s the
Limit is looking dumb
Cause I’m 22 and I’m moonwalking on the sun
rich again
On that same shit again
All I ever do is
(Stunt hard)
I stunt hard I stunt harder
Boy they call me Jackie Chan in New Orleans
I ball
producer cut hoes off, Dun Deal
I'm real, I'm Quan all I speak is truthful
Come here all I want is you
Pull up , put it on me, baby girl bring it to me
I j wanna ride with a lil bad bih
Smoke on a big fat splif
Young nigga trynna get rich
Baby do you wanna see me drift
Ion wanna go sideways
Ion wanna
That Rich Gang lifestyle (lifestyle)
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (you underdig?)
Big money, nigga
Take the jet
L.A., hit the bity
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