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veeze - rich rockstar lyrics

[intro]
(come on p)
(ayy, tana, fyethatsh+tup)
yeah

[chorus]
what your money like? ayy
rich n+gga, rockstar life, ayy
better keep a close eye on your b+tch ‘fore she be out of sight
man, this sh+t so light, i’m ballin’ and my shoes ain’t even laced

[verse]
put a n+gga in a loose+leaf, then p+ss on his grave
put that cut on a n+gga top, it’s a wave cap
it’s too hard to obey the law, i like rule breakin’ (i like rule breakin’)
today, i’ma take my son to work, i’m a cool daddy
i’m off drank like it’s carrot juice, like it’s good for me (sh+t ain’t even good for me)
i put racks under my bed and pillow, i’m the tooth fairy (what the f+ck?)
say she want new chanel bag, what you gon’ do for it? (yeah)
’bout to clear my lil’ top five and find some new blowers (okay)
why the f+ck i’m smokin’ dope and ballin’? lamar odom (huh?)
how you supposed to catch up if you keep on startin’ over? (how the f+ck you doin’ that?)
why you never around every time i need you? paul george+in’
man, these n+ggas lame, these n+ggas green like fried okra (duh)
i don’t do no broke sh+t, n+gga, i’m the guy oprah (i’m the boy oprah)
cross a n+gga, head tap, i and1 hot sauce’d him (bah)
call that lil’ b+tch vertical, i got the top off it (got the top off it)
hit his block and sweep ’em out, they might need pine+sol (they might need lysol)
know i’m goin’ to heaven, i’m with 7 mile dump
we done hit that road, too much snow, sleet, fall
think i beg for change, how much money in my cup (how much money in my cup)
think i need a hug, d+mn, rich junkies still need love (d+mn, rich junkies still need love, b+tch)
[chorus]
what your money like? ayy
young rich n+gga, rockstar life, ayy
better keep a close eye on your ho ‘fore she be out of sight, ayy
man, this sh+t so light, i’m ballin’ and my shoes ain’t even laced
what your money like? ayy
rich n+gga, rockstar life, ayy
better keep a close eye on your ho, she be out of sight, ayy
man, this sh+t so light, i’m ballin’ and my shoes ain’t even laced
and that’s it

[outro]
(tana, fyethatsh+tup)
(come on p)

- veeze lyrics

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