• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Rich Boy - Rich Boy
• Pimp On (ft. Doe B, Playboi Lo & Smash) - Rich Boy
• She Do It - Rich Boy
• Everything About You (feat. Bobby Valentino) - Rich Boy
• Chain Hang Low - Rich Boy
• It's Over - Rich Boy
• The Madness - Rich Boy
• Lost Girls - Rich Boy
• RICH MAN POOR MAN - Rack-lo
• Souffly - Rico G

Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey
R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie
Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread homie
Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama
Martin Lee Anderson, he ain't even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?
And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the dope man paradise
Boy better think twice, that dope have you doin' life
They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?
They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
Hey, money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
Naw I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper
Yeah when you look at us just think about it, we don't own nothin'..
If we get money, we got a lil' few dollars, but our whole family tore up nigga
you gettin' money for the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'..
When it's all said and done, what do you own? You don't own nothin', you
don't own you... The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey, he can't
even be in a commercial wit' his name on the back, so when it's really all
said and done, what did you do this for? What difference did you make?
You see how the world changin'? Yeah, they look so dumb ain't it?
Wish they just kill 'em all so now the Middle East they bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
So know how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school wit'
Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Them young niggas got pistol grips, they been about they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters they won't let me be
When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me
Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
Now we convicted felons, because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'
I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I need another chance, I wanna meet that man
Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
No I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper
Yeah! Surprise niggas! Hey we ?? nigga! Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin'
money... Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no muthafuckin' money nigga! I got
millions nigga and I'm still broke nigga 'cause that ain't no mutafuckin' money!
Y'all playin' right into these muthafuckin' hands... Risk ya life
everyday for some bullshit! Huh nigga? What yo' bank account say nigga?
Oh that's all? Haha!
They shippin' them boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
It's soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back
Niggas this the battlefield, fake niggas scream keep it real
Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills
Hey nigga times harder, so we grind harder
We takin' chances wit' that coke comin' 'cross that water
Tryin' to get up out this ghetto life ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday
I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin' Lord that you don't let me down this time
Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
No I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper
Our Father who art in Heaven, Please Lord forgive me for that crack
sellin'... Thou kingdom come, thou will be done, these niggas dumb
Yeah nigga gave my brother ten years nigga... what the
fuck you s'posed to do wit' that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga..
matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga... I can tell ya how I feel nigga
be on that muthafuckin' stand nigga lookin' the muthafuckin' judge in they
face nigga... and he gon' tell you some stupid shit like "life" nigga..
They sendin' y'all niggas on vacation nigga 'cross the nation nigga, y'all
niggas caught up in the muthafuckin' hype nigga... Sellin' that white
nigga... I been there, done that nigga Nigga I'm from Mobile nigga they call that
bitch ?? city nigga, you bring yo' black ass there nigga, you ain't gon' make it
nigga... You guaranteed to go to muhfuckin' prison bein' black where I'm from
nigga I come from the mutafuckin' impossible nigga Now y'all niggas gotta
deal wit' me nigga I'm here! Zone 4 new muthafuckin' money nigga D Boy Squad..

[Hook]
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
You want the whole truth, but the truth is I can tell it out
Pimping, I'm a boss, now watch it make a penny fall
Shit too real, but that gwap won't stop that when it's deal
Chasing deal, fucking hoes out in beverly hills
Pimping with the same game, that split the red sea
Pimping to the dirty green, my bitches pad missing fees
Cadillac's a grand prix, bumper coming down
I count paper, fuck niggas be talking out
Dollar bills get tossed up in the air just for the thrill
My compas feel, with so much service like a arse spill
I gotta get it, the game I play about the digits
You think I'm trickin paying for pussy, you can forget it!
[Hook]
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
First than foremost, I'm a motherfucking man
I ain't dealing with no hoolies, she got motherfucking stacks
While she work I keep that, what you motherfucking thank
Free the ...bubble cars, and the henny not a thang
When it come to the hoes, man the kid got a lane
Ain't no bitch I can't scope, feel like lebronn james
I go hard on the slut, like a real ass nigga
She can hate my fuckin cous but she love my pimpin
Got my other hoe trippin, told my old caller
Lost a job last week bitch and I need more love
Born and fly hit the feet, that's how I ball up
She might be fine me on eyes, but all I see is dollas
[Hook]
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
Hows, I used to pull up on them hoes and that nigga kinda ...
With them gangster walls tucked behind them skirts
On that phantom, it's official pimping baby
This ain't no beginner, ain't no need to speak beats
Know you're fucking with a winner
She a loud wild, blowing on this dick at any moment
She ain't trippin, bust it open when I want it
She do it high like when I'm grippin on that waist line
Slammin dick up in her, like I shook her took her baseline
Light it up, poured up, bossed up, fuck with us gonn cost us
Go so hard, fuck around and cause up
Real pimping, anythang else is absurd
Tricks smell it, I retell it, call me young iceberg
[Hook]
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid
I get my pimp on, I get my pimp on
The money all good, but the game ain't change
Keep my bitches fresh, but I gotta get paid

Hey, Rich Boy, Lil' Jon
There's a lotta motherfuckin' bad bitches in this motherfucker
I think I'ma walk over to one of them motherfuckers and tell 'em this
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
I can picture you naked in the back of my Chevy
The cars, the clothes, the hoes, I know that
That purp, that kush, that dro, we blow that
We poppin', rollin', drinkin', smokin'
Puffin', passin', now we're chokin'
The paparazzi, snap and shoot me
The Prada, the Louis, the Fendi and the Gucci
The diamonds so big, she tell a nigga, "Look daddy"
A nigga so jealous that he don't wanna look at me
Nigga, look at me, why ya knockin'?
We ballin' and shoppin', them bottles poppin'
The rims, the paint, the ride so fly
The 28's be sittin' high
The lows, the mids, the highs, the tweeters
Bangin' hard, you hear my speakers
The trunk be knockin'
The bitches strippin', leanin', rockin'
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
I can picture you naked in the back of my Bentley
We ball, we shine, we all be grindin'
My chain, my ring, you see them diamonds
We leanin', sippin', drankin', pourin'
Promethazine that purple ocean
So what it do? Ya know ya boy
Ya know I gotta keep that toy
So pass the K, I make 'em feel me
These niggas hatin', tryin' to kill me
The seats in the ride like peanut butter and jelly
The pedal to the flo', I'm bossin' in the Chevy
Ooh, what it be like, baby? Yeah, show me
Some hoes wanna blow me but they don't even know me
My jewelry sick, it's so contagious
You see my wrist, this shit outrageous
Monte Carlos and Impalas
Money, rubber bands and dollars
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
We were meant to be naked

(feat. Bobby Valentino)
Hook:
And I love you, baby
The way you walking (so sexy)
The way you're talking (so sexy)
So girl, won't you come to my table tonight
And sit right next to me?
And girl, I gotta let you know
So fly from head to toe
And it's not just about the body
It's something about you, girl!
I can help a girl, I gotta get you contact
Take you out of town, show you what the fun is
Sea food, summer time blowing with the wind
See, we're about to do it big, and then again
Every time ...even when I'm watching
Everything you do be sex and problems
From head to toe, baby you're top notch
We can take a round trip to the new spa
From the club, to the crib, to the apple
Fucking with a nigga like me, you need a passport
Take the seat, let's eat, taste the good life
Where she wanna go? Book another flight!
Fast... resorts and Panamera Porsche
Villains and ... bugaloos and...
You know you're bad, the model type
Now order what you want, I know you want a bottle like
Hook:
The way you walking (so sexy)
The way you're talking (so sexy)
And sit right next to me?
And girl, I gotta let you know
So fly from head to toe
And it's not just about the body
It's something about you, girl!
She classy, we're still getting nasty when the bed time
I'm surprised that body ain't making headlines
Play with it till it's wet, get it right!
Call me up, and let me confiscate it for tonight!
One scoop, two scoop, wanna come and see
She ain't swallow for you, but done it for me
Give her what she like, no wet drinks and .beers
Smart bad bitch for some ... skills
In them high heels with the pink lip-gloss
Cruising with the top, I fuck with the.
Baby, now we're pouring champagne
Yeah, balling shit up in my late night
I little. nigga, did you find this?
You'll be making... for stop when you won't pass
Yeah, let me know what time to get with you
Let a lil niga come and do it big!
Hook:(x2)
The way you walking (so sexy)
The way you're talking (so sexy)
So girl, won't you come to my table tonight
And sit right next to me?
And girl, I gotta let you know
So fly from head to toe
And it's not just about the body

Aight,
Got a little service announcement,
If yo chain hang low,
Then you a certified stunta,
A certified boss,
Yung jock jibbs,
Drop dat,
Bistooooooo
Do yo chain hang low
Do it wobble to the flo
Do it shine in the light
Is it platinum is it gold
Could ya thro it ova yo shoulda
If ya hot it make ya cold
Do yo chain hang low
If the chain dont hang low hot it aint mine
You can call it MJ, cuz it got hang time
Friuty pebbles round my neck yea
Blue and yella diamonds
Like i robbed roger rabbit fo these karrots,i aint lyin
Gucci linkin got em blinkin V S 1 twinkle twinkin
Draped up dripped out hose seein flipped back
What day call a chunk of change
equal to a trunk full of cain
Theres no need to ask who i be
At the end of my chain thats my name
Do yo chain hang low
Do it wobble to the flo
Do it shine in the light
Is it platinum is it gold
Could ya thro it ova yo shoulda
If ya hot it make ya cold
Do yo chain hang low
My chain so long it could stretch from here to hong kong
My dog name dolla got a yella diamond colla on
All the murals diamond double row from tokyo
If u want the same chain i gotta add 40 mo
Another row, make it glo, colors likle a rainbow (bling)
Luda alabama all my ballas let yo chain so
Kiwi green diamond, sittin nasty all my biggarow,
Drop a couple hundred grand ballin in da jewlery sto
Now ya kno, how dez diamonds got these groupie fallin, nah
Fake ballaz need to set yo mah fo put yo money, ah
Look here boy i aint stupid i kno they cubin,
I knew it
But dyin here, that aint how we do,
Ok, i breeze by ya 26's on the tires sittin higher than ya eva sat befo,
Chain hangin low,
Yea u you can tell im gettin bucks
Where months bathin late
Plus i got king kong in my truck
Im a gorrilla pimpin
All up on my scrilla pimpin
A beatsa with the flo
Bout ta make a million pimpin
And like guchi man ma chain so icy
No chick no wife but oh i think they like me
Why cuz im on t.v. with these multi colored diamonds
Top 10 on the charts
And ya kno we still climbin
Im'a stl boss hatas kno im still shinin
Ay jibbs we got a hit
Bring the hook im thru rhymin
Do yo chain hang low
Do it wobble to the flo
Do it shine in the light
Is it platinum is it gold
Could ya thro it ova yo shoulda
If ya hot it make ya cold
Do yo chain hang low
Look, im the sh*t
As you walk around with pampers on me
Caked up, as you walk around with candles on me
Plazma screen ear rings, no channels on em
Them ni**az hittin like nailz with hammaz on em
And ma bi*ches always actin like the camraz on em
Ice grill hundred thousand dolla gramma on em
And if u plavin we gon put pajamaz on em
Cuz i will put em to sleep nyquil
I feel.........
Ma chain tough i kno push
Thro up a leva
I kno its hard
I kno im raw
Im well respceted, like a bear claw
Dem diamonds clear, like smirnoff
Dem diamonds big, like dan deirdoff
Sure im a weirdo, but got alot of gwap,
Ma jurys nsync, see how dey came thru
Sittin on dem thangz, dats
Higher den ma age
And a big kid gon do mo numbaz den yella pages
Yea i spit the heat
So i can go on n' get yo chest warm
Cuz da kid been stackin green longer den grass fo em
My whole stroke is mean,
So by da time im 18
Im flowin sicka den a muzlim who ate poke n' bean
And i got 2 flo
So dat means its double plush
Ma chain hang low den a rope thats made fo double dutch
Youngaz in the gang
Stick its chain
Den im rippin thangz
The charm just flippin thangz
Ma neck could hardly lift the thang
Most expensive chain
And still got change look at jock n' wayne
Rich in mind
Man im hot
Diamond key with a platinum lock!
Do yo chain hang low
Do it wobble to the flo
Do it shine in the light
Is it platinum is it gold
Could ya thro it ova yo shoulda
If ya hot it make ya cold

Yeah Ay,
Apoligizin to ya haters fogive me im sorry,
For disrepecting everybody en drivin ferrari's,
Ballas in pradas all the bitches be up in my parties,
The black Lecadi, but i still want a buy me a harley,
She always listen it, But Never Spit in it,
Im Buying Every car the haters say they wanna get,
I Hustle Hard and play my part because im on it,
I Treat My Whistle different colors see disposin it,
Im Takin Trips to Billy lookin cupas lookin Cute,
No Disrespect unless you tryna die and wanna shoot,
Im in My Audi wit my bitch in bubba louie Boots,
Im Doin This and makin mills in para cumba suits,
I hit a button dried the top and then i start stunts,
Im why that shawty rollin showin off the warm buns,
Them girls showin off, Do imagine what they Ball,
Im Bout To Put a million dall on ma momma house,
[Chorus (1x)]
Notice(know That)
Champagne what they pour us (pour us)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Yeah im Rollin With them Shofas (Shofas)
All them Pretty Girls Notice (notice)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
C'mon Oh
Lets drop that Pink, LA, look where im Standin,
En Worry about a thing a day, you niggas sayin,
im grindin hard, i almost got my Black Cut,
I Need A tracka for the makers in my back yard,
I got her pregnat and i met her by the bathroom,
You still stand with you momma in yo last room,
I gotta cash room, A Bubble Bath Room,
The room so big up on my car dey look like cartoons,
The Girls up in da projects they love the trunk room,
Me and some supermodels sleepin up in cancun,
Them bitches know this, they wanna blow this,
Hocus pocus, pussys stand focused,
See how im Flexin, E-mailin Texans,
Im bringin checks and smoking in a red van,
Whoever nixon, i hope she checks in,
Pimpin and payin for that pussy bring the best in,
[Chorus]
Notice(know That)
Champagne what they pour us (pour us)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Yeah im Rollin With them Shofas (Shofas)
All them Pretty Girls Notice (notice)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
C'mon Oh
Its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
Tell them niggas its super night,
In A Rover, Rover (say What)
Now its Over, (Over)
[Chorus]
Notice(know That)
Champagne what they pour us (pour us)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Yeah im Rollin With them Shofas (Shofas)
All them Pretty Girls Notice (notice)
Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)
Tell em haters that it's over (Over)

Yo niggas gon learn f**k a f**kin d boi squad f**k a f**kin rich boi this is tha gad darn conciter you niggers and all you niggers gotta do is pick this mutha f**kin cotton. Squad.
Ey, im in that phantom askin for that grey pupone look at my arm bitch u see tha charm bitch sweet home alabama yea i love a i still tryda hugger even tho she aint my color now im f**kin wit that butta im tha head chief i would front cha home boi but aint nuttin left its mo to it then that mutha f**kin bling see i got enough heart to march with martin luther king i got them killas right by me and we can have a party if u niggas wanna try me suprise i even got some fire works fo ya pop the trunk get the gift side let me show ya niggas treat that coke like a joke them cokaine sentence like a murder up in coke pinky ring like a buncha snow flakes yea i put that weight down now its real estate boi
Chorus
Tell me whatcha no about me boi thats me ima mutha f**kin d boi
Tell me whatcha no about me boi thats me ima mutha f**kin d boi
yea south go d boi yea south go d boi yea south go d boi yea south go d boi
if it aint the truth then my nigga dont write it 9 years from today my uncle main got indited i thank god for the hard times wanna suffer he protect me like amoda nigga now im tuffa cant forget aboutcha poo but i still see ya im at the grave yard every day i cant leave ya i feel ya soul when im write'n wit tha pen f**k what them niggas sayin u my brother till then (nigga) save a spot from the tear god im comin niggas killa for that money but they leave here with nothin if its a game motha f**ker im a win it as far as im concerned aint no competition in it call me the gritty green cause i want alot now im buyin mama better thangs then what she got so bringa getcha shit we gotta new house congratulations cause your son made a million wit is mouf
Chorus 2x

Lost Girls (Feat. Rock City Lyrics, Keri)
Rich Boy
Rich Boy and Polow Da Don
It's the way that we go
I wanna see you …hey ya
This is for the ladies, all the sexy ladies
Get up stand up for your life
I said stand up for your life young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life
Even darkness comes to light
I said young girl
Even darkness comes to light young girl
I said Get up stand up for your life
I said young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life young girl
Even darkness comes to light
He said Even darkness comes to light
Young girl
Young girl
Young girl
Young girl
It was a girl named Shanda
Drove a Honda
Stayed talking back and get smart with her mama
The real grown type
She was always right
Couldn't get along with Pops cause they stayed in a fight
If it ain't skipping school going out with grown men
Better your man named Sam with a white Benz
He used to take her out and buy Shanda the world
And even told Shanda
You my only girl
One night it was late, they kissing and hugging
Next thing you know they kissing and loving
Two days go by and Sam ain't showed up
Now Shanda on the bathroom floor sick throwing up
Mamma found out and had Sam arrested
Now Shanda at the doctor's cause she wanna get tested
When the results came back it was positive
That's the thing about life; you learn and you live
Get up stand up for your life
I said young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life
Even darkness comes to light
I said young girl
Even darkness comes to light young girl
Get up yourself
Get a man who ….
Even though sometimes you may be lost girl
Don't worry about.this is your world, your world
Get a man who ….
Even though sometimes you may be lost girl
Don't worry about.this is your world, your world
It was a girl named Courtney
She was fine as hell
She was looking for a man with a lotta mail
She had big dreams about the real good life
And everything she wanted had a real high price
Like Dolce Gabbana, Gucci and Prada
So if you ain't spend big Courtney ain't holler
She all about the dollar, but let's go way back
When Courtney was going with this hard working cat
A drug dealer came along and
Next thing you know she was taking it right
We part of the reason why she at where she at
Now her ex-man got a million dollar car jack
His pockets are fed but Courtney is still broke
Cause her old man got caught with a lil dope
She stuck with two kids and no child support
I did it for girls taking life for a joke
Get up stand up for your life
I said young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life
Even darkness comes to light
I said young girl
Even darkness comes to light young girl
I said Get up stand up for your life young girl
Get up stand up for your life
I said young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life young girl
Even darkness comes to light
He said Even darkness comes to light
Young girl
Young girl
Young girl

[Rack-Lo]
I'm filthy rich I got bank accounts and large amounts
CD's, stocks and barns, presidential suites
Property on War Street, playing for high stakes
6 billion dollar estate, money to waste
[Thirstin Howl III]
I'm a poor man so I put a gun to your face
to take two things, your life, and a dead presidential briefcase
Empty your safe for everything you got, mansion and a yacht
Vehicles out on the parking lot already sold
At the swap shop, my client I is an undercover cop
Making deals underneath the table
I either be him or a poor man, can nobody save you?
[Rack-Lo]
I'm a rich man it's not my fault
You live in the slums of New York
Let's beat like a criminal when you talk criminal slang
Stick me up now; what goes around comes around like a boomerang
[Thirstin Howl III]
Hang mare, I hang your high
The day I was born I was ready to die
Lie commit fraud and cheat
The bottom line I gotta eat
Dead beat that, 5 years probation
Completed 4 and a half, got violated twice
Shoot dice, place your bets
I see cats with teeth and wore, murder suicide and sex
[Rack-Lo]
Too bad I see ugly signatures on corporate cheques
I relieve scholars Harvard graduates
Commit white dollars crimes behind enemy lines
You can read about it Monday, New York Times
[Thirstin Howl III]
I'm a poor man poverty hit the lottery
High school drop out, independent hip hop economy
Homeless, walk males like Ghandi, diamond district
[Rack-Lo]
Life styles of the rich and famous without Robin Leech
Private jet planes with my colleagues
Sniff cocaine, overdose like Curt Kobain
Above the clouds, richer than Liberace
Down with illuminati, n-w-o c-e-o
Control alcohol, tobacco, the world is mine
Plant time bombs
[Thirstin Howl III]
Oh yeah really
Not if I burn ya empire down like Waco
You wear Rolex I wear Swatch tomics or Seiko
I live in the ghetto, you live in the suburbs
I grew up with thugs you grew up with nerds
I'm not gonna be poor for long mark my words
County of Kings, I got big dreams in two years
You can see my face on Tv screens
[Rack-Lo]
So rich I own a time machine
Helicopters, submarines, cbs, mvc
MTV, BET, exquisite split sonian exhibit
[Rack-Lo]
Poor man so I am stingy like hysterics
A thin like between love and hate, swindle swords
Got tricks up my sleeve like white boys on skate boards
I got a duffle bag full of 39 38 specials 37 watches
with diamond embezzles, double impact, cameras
Take 35millimeter fill by Kodak
Quicken officers which trench coats like Kojak

3:47 feelin like some sort of reverend
Wonderin what would of happened
If my aborted developed
I just want my dogs to have hella spots like Cruela’s
Those de’vils and those reserve notes that other government cheddar
I’m a king before I’m gone imma need a queen or a Coretta
And I promise to get it moist before I stick like an envelope
With a prenup in this bitch just in case it’s all a set up
We’re analog time to infants these mother fuckers can’t tell us
Cuz We aint tighten our belt up and some of my niggas sell drugs that
We fail and fail forever and we can fall and help ourselves up
But these are thoughts of a fighter
Right now can’t find my lighter so I lit this with my written
And wondered can I get higher
My fantasies manifest in the forms of the stacks and checks
And them women with perfect breasts
And I’m callin them boom box batteries
You know D’s come in sets
Crack a smile for the Day-Days money was funny as Mike Epps
That shit made it hard to rest
My told me to get paid
Touché
Just make hits
Boucher
Just to rise, that soufflé
When I die, no bouquet
What the fuck, on her brain
Tell that bitch to behave
No do-rag
It’s that new wave (x3)
I’m lovin life at the moment
It burn just right when I roll it
Imagine this nigga riding slow through Oakland in a Lotus
& Smoking some flower bomb where cops love to meet their quota
But I be easy, keep my j low, my j lo, Jennifer Lopez
Hit that store on the corner
Cheap liq and generic soda
Where without notice them stray bullets lifted that infant’s soul up
So we tryin to move on up
Trying to get my dough up
Till my pockets get sent to fat camp
For some man they blow up
That platinum or Whoopi Gold
32s Irving Magic
She get her Cookie on
Don’t pick them scabs that should grow
Then baby maybe we can grow
Like natural fros in ‘74
I’m dolomite to them socialites
Make them lie through their overbite
Bitch I know you came to fuck cuz you brought bags to stay overnight
That’s common sense like Chicago rap
If Jesus had a Twitter, I wonder who he would follow back
Random thought tilt that bottle back
But watch yourself most hate is thrown
Behind your back like a Rondo pass
Get paid
Touch
Just make hits
Boucher
Just to rise, that souffl
When I die, no bouquet
What the fuck, on her brain
Tell that bitch to behave
No do-rag
It’s that new wave (x3)