(Come On P)
(Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp)
Yeah
What your money like? Ayy
Rich nigga, rockstar life, ayy
Better keep a close eye on your bitch 'fore she be out of sight
Man, this shit so light, I'm ballin' and my shoes ain't even laced
Put a nigga in a loose-leaf, then piss on his grave
Put that cut on a nigga 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 (shit 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 niggas lame, these niggas green like fried okra (duh)
I don't do no broke shit, nigga, I'm the guy Oprah (I'm the boy Oprah)
Cross a nigga, head tap, I AND1 Hot Sauce'd him (bah)
Call that lil' bitch 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, damn, rich junkies still need love (damn, rich junkies still need love, bitch)
What your money like? Ayy
Young rich nigga, rockstar life, ayy
Better keep a close eye on your ho 'fore she be out of sight, ayy
Man, this shit so light, I'm ballin' and my shoes ain't even laced
What your money like? Ayy
Rich nigga, rockstar life, ayy
Better keep a close eye on your ho, she be out of sight, ayy
Man, this shit so light, I'm ballin' and my shoes ain't even laced
And that's it
(Tana, FyeThatShitUp)
(Come On P)
Veeze - Rich Rockstar Lyrics
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(Come On P)
(Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp)
Yeah
What your money like? Ayy
Rich nigga, rockstar life, ayy
Better keep a close eye on your bitch 'fore she be out of sight
Man, this shit so light, I'm ballin' and my shoes ain't even laced
Put a nigga in a loose-leaf, then piss on his grave
Put that cut on a nigga 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 (shit 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 niggas lame, these niggas green like fried okra (duh)
I don't do no broke shit, nigga, I'm the guy Oprah (I'm the boy Oprah)
Cross a nigga, head tap, I AND1 Hot Sauce'd him (bah)
Call that lil' bitch 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, damn, rich junkies still need love (damn, rich junkies still need love, bitch)
What your money like? Ayy
Young rich nigga, rockstar life, ayy
Better keep a close eye on your ho 'fore she be out of sight, ayy
Man, this shit so light, I'm ballin' and my shoes ain't even laced
What your money like? Ayy
Rich nigga, rockstar life, ayy
Better keep a close eye on your ho, she be out of sight, ayy
Man, this shit so light, I'm ballin' and my shoes ain't even laced
And that's it
(Tana, FyeThatShitUp)
(Come On P)
(Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp)
Yeah
What your money like? Ayy
Rich nigga, rockstar life, ayy
Better keep a close eye on your bitch 'fore she be out of sight
Man, this shit so light, I'm ballin' and my shoes ain't even laced
Put a nigga in a loose-leaf, then piss on his grave
Put that cut on a nigga 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 (shit 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 niggas lame, these niggas green like fried okra (duh)
I don't do no broke shit, nigga, I'm the guy Oprah (I'm the boy Oprah)
Cross a nigga, head tap, I AND1 Hot Sauce'd him (bah)
Call that lil' bitch 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, damn, rich junkies still need love (damn, rich junkies still need love, bitch)
What your money like? Ayy
Young rich nigga, rockstar life, ayy
Better keep a close eye on your ho 'fore she be out of sight, ayy
Man, this shit so light, I'm ballin' and my shoes ain't even laced
What your money like? Ayy
Rich nigga, rockstar life, ayy
Better keep a close eye on your ho, she be out of sight, ayy
Man, this shit so light, I'm ballin' and my shoes ain't even laced
And that's it
(Tana, FyeThatShitUp)
(Come On P)
Writer: Karon Vantrees
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.