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• Throw Dem Grands - Dynamic
• I'm Rich - Dynamic
• Eternal - Dynamic
• Beast On Da Block - Dynamic

[Hook: x1]
You say you gettin' money well let em all know
28 grand on me when I hit the door throw dem grands on the floor
[x4:] Throw dem grands on the floor
You can make it rain but umma make it storm
Got a hurricane and a blizzard on my arm throw dem grands on the floor
[x4:] Throw dem grands on the floor
[Verse 1:]
Hotta than a mug, but I'm chillin in my lambo
Ridin' through the hood goin' everywhere my fam go
Outside jelly but the inside tan though
Choppers in the whip lookin' something like Rambo
Got em all jockin yea they flockin' to the coupe
Yea I carry big guns if you boys wanna shoot
And I ain't' got em all, I'm not wrapped tight
You say you need a hundred I can get it in a night
Yea I'm eating good but I say it's bout time
Word in the street that the boy bout mines
And the boy gone grind, damn right I'm gone shine
Lookin' at my wrist damn right you'll go blind
Jell-O on the Chevy, I did it for attention
The black brad pitt impossible to mention
Bally on deck just to re-up on prescription
Shawty on deck just to sweat out her intensions (Yea)
[Hook x1]
[Verse 2:]
Higher than a mug, but I'm richer than a...
One look up at the donk a make dem boy's call it quits
The boy not right, me and him the same height
How his old school Chevy sit up with the stop lights
One thing about it see you boys not me
I done seen things that you boys won't see
Been so many places that you boys won't be
While you pay for... Boy I'm getting off free
Look off in his mouth all dem got damn gold's
Look off in his closet all dem got damn clothes
Look off in his phone all dem got damn hoes
Look off at his dates all dem got damn shows
Money ain't' a problem man da boy stay paid
Fu... ain't' a problem man the boy stay laid
Guns ain't' a problem man the boy stay k aid

[Hook:]
Check my wrist game and my whip game
Your house and my car costs the same thing
You know I'm a playa, diamonds everywhere
I don't give a shit, cause pussy I'm Rich
Pussy I'm Rich [x8]
[Verse 1:]
Took a quarter bird, turned it to a half
Flipped into bricks, bitch you do the math
Yeah I'm ridin dirty, but the whip clean
And my chain nice, but my wrist mean
745 on dem 24's, where the rims stop don't nobody know
Bentley flying spur, when I hit the streets
Ain't no fuckin tents, bitch you know it's me
New foreign whip, New foreign hoe's
Aston martin drop, lamborghini doors
I don't speak spanish, but they understand
Mucho d dinero, wrapped in rubberbands
Daddy sold dope, showed me how to ball
When we hit the mall, bitch we buy it all
I don't need a key, to make my engine start
S65 costs two hundred large
[Hook:]
Check my wrist game and my whip game
Your house and my car costs the same thing
You know I'm a playa, diamonds everywhere
I don't give a shit, cause pussy I'm Rich
Pussy I'm Rich [x8]
[Verse 2:]
When dem hoes out, I'm on 28's
If you're out stunting, bitch you getting raped
Stunting everyday, yeah it's goin' down
If you see me out, bitch just turn around
And my steering wheel, on the wrong side
Hollin at the hoe's, bitch you wanna ride
If you ain't a dime, Gone say I'm lame
I ain't hollin atcha, you ain't said a thing
Mr. Meanmug, get your ass murked
Try to rob me, Get ya feelings hurt
2 2 tre, Blow you off da map
All this stuntin' homie, Think I ain't strapped
All that talkin' makes ya ass stop breathing
In da club two stepping with my heathans
Pocket full of cash, blunt full of dro
Pussy I'm rich, what you take me for
[Hook:]
Check my wrist game and my whip game
Your house and my car costs the same thing
You know I'm a playa, diamonds everywhere
I don't give a shit, cause pussy I'm Rich

[Verse 1]
I pull up in the Saratoga '91
Feelin like Curtis, go ahead try me son
I'm real thirsty, 40 oz buy me some
Rollin black bag in the trunk, body one
Dark passenger it aint the body son
Within Dyno the soul of John Gotti uh
Get to the docks, fast as ferrrari son
Off the coast, wet burial I'm sorry son
I been inspired by the City Of Angels
Sittin on my doorstep sippin that grapejuice
Checkin 'em bitches finna b hittin that "Babe Ruth"
Look at the late news, the evil that men do
I'm evil I'm mental, see where I send u
If you front I'mma end you and there is nuttin you can do
Every trouble I handle, pinch the flame from your candle
I'll be careful I plan to, lights out
[Hook]
You will never see me
No you will never be me
'Cuz you can't do what I do do do
I be like shuu shuuu
Over every hurdle
Shuu shuu
Over every hurdle
I'm The Roadrunner
You a turtle
Shuu shuu
My grind is eternal
[Verse 2]
Yea my grind is straight legendary
I see the labels finna holla and I'm just bout gettin ready
Aint no doubt my shit is fuckin holy like a seminary
I be ridin and you be writin only, secretary
I'm the boss bitch, no Ricky Ross kid
I was standin on the line now I straight crossed it
Gone to insane for this island, I lost it
Survivor of the illest this is that boss shit
I'm so high and I'm droppin artillery
Maussberg got me on a mothafuckin killin spree
Got his beats in a headlock, pillory
They get exposed and I'm cheatin on em, Hillary
I'm so fly mothafucka I'm bout it
Rappers in the world, shit is too crowded
I got a bomb strapped to my brain

[Hook x2:]
Boy I'm movin' everything pushin, pushin, plus I'm stackin' green, whatcha think it mean...
(umma beast on da block)
When it comes to movin' weight I move thru every fifty states dictionary clearly states that... (Umma beast on da block)
[Verse 1:]
10, 20, 30, 40 grand I'm a show you sucka's I ain't playin' games witcha lames I'm a head bussa. Boy you slippin' pay attention to the cost boy they call me john travolta umma tear ya face off. Stay gettin' money homeboi that's on everything injur all you rookies take your best players out the game. watch your lane boy my whole team got the highest stats. Call em RB's caouse they Run to Bring the money back. Ain't no FB's on my team ain't no Fronting Boy. 36 official super bowls that ain't nothing boy. 36 killas and they all on call. 36 niggas and they all gone fall. 36 niggas and they all gone hear me. 36 300's and they all got hemi's. 36 keys watch dem smokers come flock why you actin like you ain't no (Umma Beast on da Block)
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
10, 20, 30, 40 grand we can swang it. cause when it comes to moving money buddy umma genuis. I don't show no leaniance got work at your convienence. choppers go to poppin boy dem boys pledge a liegence. Boy I'm known to hustle pull muscle in and out the slums. Where we push weight in the state shaped like a gun. Boy you better run just in case I show no nevermind. [pause] BOy you shouldn't cross that gun line. Everytime umma hit you quick I don't give a fuck. BOy you got that cash homboi stack these chickens up. 20 somthin chevy sittin high they call it tonka. peanut butter brown boy I call it willy Wanka. Don't cha wish ya dope was hot like me, had a block like me, boy your not like me (aye) a; these aqusations who's the realist boy they'll never be. 20yrs old half these other niggas scared of me
[Hook x4]
(Umma Beast on da block)