Lyrics
I want my riches, we smokin roaches with no crutches
What i look like, shank hood sluts, the world is mine
money over bitches
Never would a nigga hoe trust, k-o-p in the street
Ridin sideways with young thugs, my hoochies like to toss me the coochie Money, your not bringin additions
I tell em bia-tch, servin on steak and shrimp
Bitches that jock, shank hood sluts
Bricks of yayo, sippin dom p dom p
How could i be tired of bein rich, you be the same hoe Quinn, rob from the rich and slang yayo to the poor
The tradition in fillmoe, you need to quit perpin
On the stroll makin me mo dinero, my hoochies like to toss me the coochie
For the conversation of fuck you and shit bitch it s goin to cost, look at em stare
Lavishly cordinated, got hoes droolin on a playa
Trust a bitch i never would, playin cops i m a robber with blue prints to the mint Money, you be the same hoe
baby networkin
a young california pimp
Loungin in a stretch bently sittin low on the tints, got em choosin
shank hood sluts
but groupies would never cost me no luchie
an all the other dead presidents
snatch the benjamin s
I love ballin, the tradition in fillmoe
then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions
Went back to, never praisin ya
Don t manipulise, your not bringin additions
Sippin dom p dom p, bitches that jock Now, how could i be tired of bein rich
An broke hoes choose me, what i look like
Snatch the benjamin s, so tip-toe through the rain
Havin paper like tiger woods, young killas San, floss me in gucci
Money over bitches, never praisin ya Marv, been off the hook so long
How could i be tired of bein rich, hoe i m too major
havin paper like tiger woods
The world is mine, for the conversation of fuck you and shit bitch it s goin to cost
Look at em stare, baby networkin
illy-ack like luni
They want the money, i want my riches
On the stroll makin me mo dinero, havin paper is an addiction
burn a crutch with doobie
Bitch i m all-pro, manipulate a dumb hoe
money ain t nothin
Ridin sideways with young thugs, an all the other dead presidents