take shots like polo Royce Pac and swoll, like I feed my money Im still voice Im fly, so Im still fresh like ail toys Rich Boyz the best boyz, yon?t wanna
ride by the size of my crawler so slide me yo number by tonight im a call ya if you decide to let me cutt like milk im a spoil ya its rich boyz
Ya Take A Little Bit Of Life From Ya Am I Frightening Ya? Shall I Continue Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A Song I Let It Hum To Ya The Others One
it like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga
through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my
1 Type: INTRO Yeah, alright, Kadalack Boyz East side, west side, south side On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star On the streets I'm a
won't let us in the door I say shit I could have left Pun in front of that store Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill Where every other day another
WHAT!) [David Banner] (C'mon) You a part-time rapper, full-time fag lover Should I throw up threes, throw a rock, every motherfucker get naked, lay yo' rich
[Dame Dash + Parlae] How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!) You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!) You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!) Nigga
[Dame Dash + Parlae] How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!) You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!) You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
a bitch If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch As long as she making me filthy rich Took a bunch of
, I'm just new to a few Please believe, them niggaz don't do what I do I got everything them other rappers got times two (WHOO! C'MON!) [Chorus] [Verse
Da F.E.D.'s Might Swoop Ya Just Bring A Hundredk,And A Lot Might Coupe Ya Tryin' To Drive Me Crazy Like Dem Boyz Gnarles Barkley Niggaz Mad Cause My
) All the Dope Boyz yellin' (Bring em out, bring em out) From the back they yellin' (Bring em out, bring em out) Yeah, what other rap nigga hooder than this I got rich
middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs Askin' where we come from, South Post Lodge It's just two dope boyz in a Cadillac It's just two dope boyz in
just keep on spinning Look at that shit man (these niggas gon hate) In the club thugged out, with my P. Miller denim Nigga see that (these niggas gon hate) [Krazy] With a high rich
hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques
who hated... We rushin' them and demonstrated While we ain't to be faded On this mission to get money, power, and bitches Or whatever come along with these riches
