and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches
two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it My brain is haunted with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes to get richer Than Richie, quickly
' with 'Banners' Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon The woolly mammoth saber tooth bitch bite your tongue I won't stop until I'm rich as
mill', chain like double that I ain't got to talk about the half up in the duffle bag Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we nigga rich
' cream with my team Shit's straight like nine fifteen, you know what I mean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossin' my rolex rich shit, I'm rich
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch! Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit Nah, Biggie wrote
Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a shame I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich P to the B see,
a bitch I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that shit School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich
the millionaires and drug dealers Takin notes from Scarface and Goodfellas Straight gangsters or them motherfuckein hoodfellas Pretty and still gritty, like Frank
nuttin nice I always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then Rich nigga get high relaxin If I bust a Ben Frank' get
We creepin' in too, baby (We got 5 on every thang, mayn) We got uh, Dru Down, we got the Luniz (Shock G, whassup?) (Know it's goin together man) Yeah, Richie Rich
, we got ditches For all you motherfuckin' fake bitches It all boils down to the business Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you I fuckin' blast you like Frank
Jesse James was a lad That killed many a man He robbed the Glendale train He stole from the rich And he gave to the poor He'd a hand and a heart and a
[Noreaga] Big pun In honor, in honor Yeah I got love, a tattoo don't make a thug Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra I know you love it when
copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda See demons scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman Pussy getting rapper, rich
