birth sign (Scorpio) Same as mine, I'll meet you down the street (The street) On natural bridge down the King's highway We will chill in with my peeps (Chillin', my peeps) That L U N A T I C, oh, you fo' reel We're not filthy rich
it was hard to tell If I grow up and be rich as hell See, I was cool I knew all the shit Big bank on my finger tips But I never had a big bank, not back
we followed it if she ain't suckin dick by now she swallowed it wallow in yo guiltiness everybody candy and everybody rich like filthiness but I
Change came from cocaine I've measured White was the treasure, comfort was the steel I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel Flow more sicker
like Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog Got a big big system knockin' pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party drivin' big seven
' flexed with the M A F I A Blunts make my day Friday to Friday, stay bent, baby Plus stylish, sippin' on Bailey's Irish My wish, filthy rich by sixteen
nines and golden bullets just to match them Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets Shit, I'm gonna milk this bitch till I'm filthy rich Filled
' the day but in the night, tame it Usin' fight language when she take inches Great bitches gettin' busy on the weight benches, my bitch Got a big butt, a big
gray There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat The rich man was paid, 'cause the poor
for life Break the bread an' I'll always be yo' thug for life When you really roll with a thug A young nigga in a big car with a big gun Ridin' 'round
you once Tony "Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me" If so, trust me, you outta luck B And try to sit high where them drugs be Filthy rich looking
's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big
s real s***, let's get this money real quick Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this but I'd rather feel rich I mean filthy rich, I'm corporate now Big Meth, the label
aint even high yet spent 4 g's or more and i aint even fly yet viper shorts big grill big wheel tell me that gave up 20 mill we a big deal give me that
with our lives You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case Hi Number Ten, how's things goin'? Times are a-changin', winds are blowin' Big
bought and sold potions To the city that looked over the ocean And he sold the last drop, it was big with the rich kids And soon the city would be crawling
hood I go, they feel me Know it sounds like rap but this shit is real B I don't talk that rich shit but nigga I'm filthy When I come out to play, had