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peter jackson - 90s rich lyrics

[verse: 1 peter jackson]
they say budget gotta be a mill
they said, “i heard he signed a new deal”
heard he whippin’ that range, or that 550-cl
gotta be that dog like it was ’96
from the metro zoo like i was mind tricks
rest in peace to my side chick
i just married my main b-tch
old money that’s so old money
tucked away and grew more money
rolled up with your earn money
burn that like i earn money
2013 with a little bread from that safe
bought that new house but that’s all bread that we cake
hold up, wait do whatever for the paper
pocket full of hunnids and a room full of haters
heard you mad b-tch, your mad i made it?
tell your boyfriend i’m f-cking famous
by the way you can kiss my -n-s
this ain’t grade nine and you still basic
i get mine b-tch and you get wasted
how the f-ck that feel? tasteless

[hook]
mo’ money thats so old money
tucked away and get mo’ money

[verse: 2 d.j. paul]
keep on ducking don’t use it
keep my name out yo’ music
couple hunnid thousands, sh-t you n-gga’s jump like you clueless
i do it, basemont n-gga i’ll split yo wig
pour it in your house down 3 little pigs
money on your head i’ll make that bid
pimp c said don’t burn your bridge
you ride our sh-t but a n-gga might
end a n-gga night then catch a flight
bet you can’t f-ck with a n-gga like
cause you need her sp-ce like gigabytes
i’m working and while i’m sitting i’m tryna get blown
cl!ck clack better lower your tone
penetentry is where they’ll leave me alone
and i’ll put up more hits good heads the most
i advise you n-gga’s to watch out (watch out)
ride around town with the glock out (glock out)
we jump so many hoes with a knock out (knock out)
we could talk about it alone i don’t give a f-ck ’bout (f-ck ’bout)
you n-gga’s trust-less, n-gga i’m rolling horses side
c-cky bumping ralph lauren, tell your julio horses

[hook]

[verse: 3 3d na’tee]
from the new orleans
my n-ggas ride with that kobe
and every other day is a war scene
no chill, n-gga’s toke still
and c0ke deal, with more pills than a walgreens
f-ck a ball team
n-gga show me where the cake at
for the state cake with a bake set
tryna get chips and risk it and wreck it like asap
catch you slippin’ i’m a take that
pistol with a weight set
put you in the four with the bas-m-nt
tryna eat motherf-cker where the plates at?
soul n-ggas on my condomy streets
soul rats never speak like consequence
hahaa
see a better beast
disaram put a music and fleas
ridin’ in a jeep
23s on her feet
and the city on the seat
duckin’ the police
ain’t no other chick that is bad as this
i rep for the streets and the savages
and with this rapper sh-t
i k!ll n-gga’s like a black jodi arias
i make it happen b-tch
i’m the catalyst
i know you use to p-ss on rapper chicks
but everything i get on, i bury it
3-d-na-tee not your average b-tch!
hahaa

[hook]

[verse: 4 joell ortiz]
let me ask ya’ll this, what the f-ck ya’ll want?
came from the fifth make my whole arm jump
you never been cool, i remember you in school
me and all of my n-gga’s use to take ya’ll lunch
ain’t no thang it’s the same ol’ same
your name may have changed but i know you
victim of extortion is that you flossin’
have you stop by for an iou
homeroom teacher said i won’t be sh-t
look at everything that i won’t be b-tch
won’t be a rapper, won’t be sick
yeah i’m nothing like you, cause you won’t be rich
you can only teach geography, i see geography
share a flight and i’ll laugh
that’ll be the first time ms. herkstein was absent from the first cl-ss
and i don’t change cause my loop long
might slide these on with a shoe on
but when i’m in the spot i’m real easy to spot
spit it to the side with a suit on
never been a type of n-gga too h-rn
but boy i’m a big deal no brewpon
i’m living social, while your b-tch emotional
tell her ease back like a futon
i don’t like those
i just pipe those
never wife those
what the f-ck am i talkin’ about i never wife none
when a nice gun
that’s when i go
cause there’s no such thing as the right one
if you living this life with a light one
hold that cup over your head
where me and you from, they call that the slums, by now we supposed to be dead

[hook]

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