(Hook x2)
It's time to turn it up on these niggers
It's time to turn it up on these niggers
Rich nigga, the american dream
Y'all make excuses, nigga we make cream
(Verse)
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
I went ham at the jewels pinky ring bezerk
You see these diamonds on my hand are for creation
I got big gems like recreation
I can spit balls and take the coke approach
I can teach the perfect pitch like a vocal coach
I'm still serving pounds of that pea fun
A hundred peas in the car I got a tree shrunk
I been hot ever since my first clue shit
In the street I pull strings like a crew sticks
Best ball for ball , but it's more too
All my shit is hard I should drink more fluids
Bring hoes to my spot I invite 'em in
And then I pop one a day like they vitamin
You're old news, I'm here now
The pool indoor my whole slim here around
(Hook x2)
It's time to turn it up on these niggers
It's time to turn it up on these niggers
Rich nigga, the american dream
Y'all make excuses, nigga we make cream
(Verse)
West Philly frat years me in the flesh
90 bands now a nigga looking we in fresh
Never hang around I just selling coke and slide
Still crack the hood up hard jokes aside
I'll be in Costa Rica checking on my facebook
I'll probably call my lawyer ask him how my case look
Car retractable I'm fronting with the roof back
Philly D bitch I'm flier in a fruit bed
You can tell what I'm 'bout from the chorus holmes
You feel I ain't real nigga test my chromosome
I ain't here rapper fucking with my baroje
You mad, hot as hell down as for a fetch
I put the word in the street like Martin Pain
West Philly get fly like the carton planes
Time forty down to the shoelace
Avatar art of law,watch got a blue face
(Hook)
It's time to turn it up on these niggers
It's time to turn it up on these niggers
Rich nigga, the american dream
Y'all make excuses, nigga we make cream
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