How rich niggaz wanna be? You wanna be a millionaire, you be a billionaire? Nigga, you wanna be I wanna be I wanna be a trillionaire
I got them 4 the high And the by the pound I'm posted on the block the sun go down, down
Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get I can get money doin'
I got them bricks 4 the And the by the pound I'm posted on the till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I really do my of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
I was posted in tip and my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean Jones I got the mild for the low smokin' plenty optimos Tryna make a quick flip my patna Maceo
I'm on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a pa Twenty G's on the and I'm still worth a couple blocks It started in that temp, mids by them O-Z's
On the hill wit that shit from a custom Two gram, fifties, do the math for a That's one, I fulfill nigga's What you nigga's order?
Oh six' Nino Brown, the temp into the carter Rebirth, cut out my four-ways I stash purp pounds, down for the drop days And for my pay, I hit the trap when the I break one down and the rest goin' for the
I got bricks 4 the high And the by the pound I'm posted on the till the sun go down, down
I sound the shit these niggaz is talkin' Real hustla's recognize real hustla's That's why I'm wit em
I got them 4 the high And the purp by the I'm posted on the till the sun go down, down
I got houses in continents, nigga I did my trips in London, remember that? Fuck is wit ya'll?
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the general Bricks lined up like at a funeral I'm working white, so I never twurk, touch and bust My workers on the block, so the work even gotta touch
My money come in and I know just how to get it, man A low profile, might be ridin' a Civic, man You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work I it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone
Connects so sweet and I'm dealin' wit tha They from 'cross the water Masked, taped to my Supplyin', whole towns, little in the projects double my money up, leave the block wit a profit
For you nigga's that like to pop, you I got them pills too Getcha you a of splitters Have you spinnin' some wheels fool This shit don't stop, I move work clockwise I got my own bizness, I call shit tha Franchize
I got them bricks 4 the And the by the pound I'm on the block till the sun go down, down
Niggas get a million dollars and think they it? Nigga, I made my first million I was a teenager
I got them 4 the high And the by the pound I'm posted on the block till the sun go down,
Jones, Capo, Dipset, them know I'm 'bout this Spillin' champagne, all Vision's couches Like fuck it, tell keep the cris' rollin' I'm gettin' drunk blowin' wit the pistols showin'
Spendin' a K's up in Stroker's Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the I'm so icy and I they like me
Seven Jeans saggin', fitted cap and my tee The foreign cars got eyes poppin' And you can see the stars when the droppin'
Aye, Jim Let ya boy Parlae get some of Harlem clientele I got more crack than a curb, wit me I'm iced out and snow like an Eskimo And the show's slow, I cook extra blow
Put the whip on it, get some extra dough Keep the pullin' up like it's Texaco I can make it get stiff like people Keep my hand workin', wit the mic or a egg
And ya bank account? Shit, my pocket fare on my clothes, call it roc-a-wear I can beat it like my, I treat the dope Tina
And I beat it I And I keep tha grass, so you can me the lawn-man I around wit chickens like I came from a farm, man
I got bricks 4 the high And the by the pound I'm posted on the block till the sun go down,
You see how I get down wit the get Nigga, I got a car for every day of the And two other for the weekends Nigga, fuck is wrong wit
I got them 4 the high And the by the pound I'm posted on the block till the sun go down,
Fuck is wit y'all, nigga I can sell I wanna sell I done sold muthafuckin' music, that shit was Roc-A-Fella and sold it
I can get money in fashion, shit was nuthin' In years I started that shit my part for thirty million And watch what the fuck is gonna be now