K.BERG lyrics : "Rich As Fuck remix"
Hope yall see
Through the peep hole
Open that door
Lock yo jaw
Molly what i got
Product
Whole sale thuggin
Naw
Y'all see it wrong
Me I show off
Art, ego, got it, flawed,
But I got cardio, heart in my talk,
Ya'll wack as $#&@ with that #~!!@ talk,
The hoes hop aboard ohh god
They always want a rappers balls
They wanna get me off its all good though
You can suck me off, then im good hoe
Cause $#&@in with you is $#&@in bro
You been $#&@ed so much that your #~!!@ broke
Like your pocket hoe
So quit diggin' an get your own
An it ain't about a dolla, (*##$,
You better find your soul..
An $#&@ money! The hoes too!
But still the money stackin screamin $#&@ you,
I ain't worried about a dollar
I'm a universal scholar
I do for, for a reminder,
Your mighty fine an i'm being modest
But why you gotta hide it your eyes
could never lie
Baby open up your eyes,
Dollar signs, cover up the.
Lies
Look in my eyes
Why would I lie?
Too much pride
Dr. Dennis got my eyes so low
So I rock this mic, rock star life,
Prolly need to come up with a feature price
With the heat i write,
I'm the peoples type
Prolly heard me through the grape vine
People try to hide the kid
But with the way i design they rewind the %#@! like,
God damn
How he do the %#@!
Top ten
Reach for the stars
About to move in
New crib get it for the crew
Do it for the fam
Give a $#&@ about a dollar but i gotta get it in
Go until i cant go, uh,
Wake up
Do it all again
Travel around the globe
I got goals..
Girl you look good
Lets talk about you
What should we do
Next move head to the bedroom
Ready for the next move, ha,
$#&@ you
Bring a friend too
Homies that i kick it with need a little bootay
Next move
Hit stage
Prep up
This ain't high school
No rivals
They wouldn't wanna try to
Side line benched
I put um in they place
Fools fall, I stand tall
Bullet proof bars
Put um in a prison
Lock down
Waitin on a call
Can't make bail that's your own damn fault
Jail time in this rap game got a mother $#&@er lost
I dont worry about a thing
Cause i work too hard
Time off, time on
Its all been apart of the game
Hard times, felt pain, felt strength,
And still i remain, ha,
Baby, I know its crazy,
But the day i make it you gone wish we started dating
April springs may by july I'm gone be-- caking
But the money ain't what I'm chasin'
Well in a way but it isn't mainly,
I'm about to be famous,
(*##$ ill be famous,
I'm gonna be famous,
Don't give a %#@! but %#@! ill take it
I'm about to be famous.
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