Too rich for who? y'all just got rich againWho grips the micAnd likes to kill their friends?I never been the type make amendsIf shit was at a eight we like toWe like toWe like toYeah, if shit was at a eightWe like to make it a tenWonder sent this in, I'm going up all the wayI don't like to talkWhen there's nothing left to sayDrizzy by the drop, the game is in disarrayI'd tell you to hear me outBut we both know end of the dayYour sister is pressin' playYour trainer is pressin' playYour wifey, your wifey, your wifeyI gotta breathe in real deepWhen I catch a attitudeI got a whole 'nother levelThat I can tap intoMax said they only blessWhen they attached to youThe only dead beats is the beatsI been rappin' toAnd the product is still the best thoughIt's only good in my city 'cause I said soJust the 50 estate manI had to cop a feel like presto, voila, tadaNever a matter of could I or should IKiss my son on his foreheadAnd kiss your ass goodbyeAs luck would have itI'm settled into my role as a good guyI guess luck is on your sideI guess luck is on your sideAll sevens, no sixesRest easy get some shut eyeHold on, hold onBut I-- miss makin' 'em payHad a path from will smith crib to the stageThree foreign showsBut I played staples todayThe neighborhood is smokedY'all stay safe in this placeDrizzy about to drop, the game is in disarrayI'd tell you to hear me outBut we both know end of the dayYour niggas is pressin' playYour nanny is pressin' playYour wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifeyHad to go and hit reset, now we hereI been on top for three sets for three yearsI can't be around the niggas you minglin' withI can't flyIf I can't sit on the wing of this shitTry to pay it less mindThey been keepin' tabs on meLike I be payin' next timeI think I sense a little feelFrom the other sideWhite vans parked across the streetReal subtle guysYeah, never a matter of could I, should IKiss my mom on the foreheadThen kiss your ass goodbyeAs luck would have itI'm settled into my role as a good guyI guess luck is on your sideI guess luck is on your sideAll sevens, no sixesRest easy get some shut eyeHold on, hold onBut I-- (haha)But I can't argue with youNo! you mad!Look at you! you mad!You big mad! (hahaha)I'm happy!Leave me alone!I been holdin' on to something - moneyA lot of moneyI don't get paid to argue with youNo! who is you?You ain't nobodyYou mad!
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Too rich for who? y'all just got rich again
Who grips the mic
And likes to kill their friends?
I never been the type make amends
If shit was at a eight we like to
We like to
We like to
Yeah, if shit was at a eight
We like to make it a ten
Wonder sent this in, I'm going up all the way
I don't like to talk
When there's nothing left to say
Drizzy by the drop, the game is in disarray
I'd tell you to hear me out
But we both know end of the day
Your sister is pressin' play
Your trainer is pressin' play
Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey
I gotta breathe in real deep
When I catch a attitude
I got a whole 'nother level
That I can tap into
Max said they only bless
When they attached to you
The only dead beats is the beats
I been rappin' to
And the product is still the best though
It's only good in my city 'cause I said so
Just the 50 estate man
I had to cop a feel like presto, voila, tada
Never a matter of could I or should I
Kiss my son on his forehead
And kiss your ass goodbye
As luck would have it
I'm settled into my role as a good guy
I guess luck is on your side
I guess luck is on your side
All sevens, no sixes
Rest easy get some shut eye
Hold on, hold on
But I-- miss makin' 'em pay
Had a path from will smith crib to the stage
Three foreign shows
But I played staples today
The neighborhood is smoked
Y'all stay safe in this place
Drizzy about to drop, the game is in disarray
I'd tell you to hear me out
But we both know end of the day
Your niggas is pressin' play
Your nanny is pressin' play
Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey
Had to go and hit reset, now we here
I been on top for three sets for three years
I can't be around the niggas you minglin' with
I can't fly
If I can't sit on the wing of this shit
Try to pay it less mind
They been keepin' tabs on me
Like I be payin' next time
I think I sense a little feel
From the other side
White vans parked across the street
Real subtle guys
Yeah, never a matter of could I, should I
Kiss my mom on the forehead
Then kiss your ass goodbye
As luck would have it
I'm settled into my role as a good guy
I guess luck is on your side
I guess luck is on your side
All sevens, no sixes
Rest easy get some shut eye
Hold on, hold on
But I-- (haha)
But I can't argue with you
No! you mad!
Look at you! you mad!
You big mad! (hahaha)
I'm happy!
Leave me alone!
I been holdin' on to something - money
A lot of money
I don't get paid to argue with you
No! who is you?
You ain't nobody
You mad!
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