una mastercard, con lui porti la maschera, per anni nei locali in vetrina come ad Amsterdam rich girl con i soldi del bacucco, bitch girl anche da vestita a lutto [rit] You're a rich girl
you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) Yung Joc: Ill get your mind off ties Cause the hustla don't stop If your girl don
you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) [Yung Joc:] Ill get your mind off ties Cause the hustla don't stop If your girl don
make you rich, pick a style then watch it switch Maybe y'all can check it like this here, check it Let me show y'all trill, can a brother get ill What
ball home by a lot of thangs Im gutta gutta baby here we in the same Looking at me u see is a girl of the barcitica Dont think cuz im on LT that ill
So tell me when to go like my name E-40 A rich rock star nigga Im gonna party Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40 ill pour dem in your hand
Piece Go You Dnt Go S.S.S.S Click On My Hand Hand Tatted Up Racks On Da Vus Racks On Da Bus Call Me L Imma Call You Girl Come On Girls Ill Rock Your
gangsta rides (Uh) Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh) Detroit we just fly (Pharrell) Click, click, blaow (Uh) Click, click, blaow (Uh) Click, click
too girl its that simple age aint nothin but a number its all mental i can bring som flowers we can meet up in a hour im the youngest in the click this rich
his life is the price that the snitch pay but its polital my paper sprowtin my girl get upset I don't take her out n my choice of occupation make her doubting ill
is heat Stickin punks like gums and concrete [Down Low Recka] I got the ill plan, ill plan of attack [x3] I got the ill plan, ill plan to attack! My
If you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) Yung Joc: Ill get your mind off ties Cause the hustla don't stop If your girl
niggaz cough up blood for two days Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz' Rather bounce with a short chicken head in blue shades 'Til the day I'm rich
all times Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides Keep our guns by our sides at all times Detroit, we just fly Click, click, blaow Click, click, blaow Click, click
me Light your lye, get high with me Raise your glasses Yo, blesses to the young ones trapped in the world Never hate the next man that be tappin' your girl
flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels Organized rhymes we make the girls realize We humiliate niggas like a small dick size Now you wanna click
