Boi-1da - R.G. lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah, sitting on top of this motherf**ing hill (Rich Gang, Rich Gang) fully loaded Looking at life from a good year blimp, boy (yeah, believe dat) Size me up, guarantee you gonna lose (BLAAAT) From hundred to hundreds mills Project life to the high life (ya heard) Straight from the scrub of the mud that we call it jungle, n***a Pain came with this game (yeah) (Heh) young, rich, and wild, famous and dangerous And money was the motivation; we took the trips then came back and did the flips {*bird call*} Fell in love with it, a bunch of n***as getting it Yeah, Rich Gang (stay popping) We eat when we sleep, boy Flashy lifestyle, boy, paradise on earth Smoke all day, n***a - Rich Gang, 100 [Mystikal] b**h, I slapped the f**er, karate chopped the pistols Shake the dog sh**ter, I ain't playing with you I'm a concert rocker toot it up you a p**y poppin' Seen that girl from Cancun, now the motherf**ers, they feel high I got big a** houses, plenty cars I'm a gorilla with it, y'all n***as spit monkey bars I leave them with broken homes, affected them collar bones And a friend like Donkey Kong, da da da da da duuuh Leave the club go home sista, us n***as got chrome twistas Don't f** with the Don, cursing in church, telling you wrong, mister Pull it out then get out in public, breathe to your face, n***a, do it til you love me If you can't open your pants, get up my n***a, you sure was ugly SKS, can't kick it Bulletproof vest, whole gang is Stressing about that sh**, bring it on, get it over, I throw your a** all over With an AT4 on my shoulder, that'll hold ya Combat ready, front line n***a, with Constantina and Rob offenses Better catch the system, the body loss is the consequences Runnin' up every block I walk, I spit fire every time I talk f** around with a n***a, spit this sh** off the wall And knock all your eyebrows off I'm f**ing retarded, ain't no helping me These n***as scared than a baby, Michael Jackson hold over the balcony Either you leave, Or you staying, you gonna be bleeding and praying I'm holding your hand, this buzzer is friend, a n***a keep thinking I'm playing [Outro] This what the f** I'm talking about right there, kid You f**ing k**ed them, immortalize them Think they can open your casket up, n***a, you sure was ugly Did good, boss is gonna be happy Everything is in your future, kid