DOM KENNEDY, Jake One, Darrius Willrich - Thank You, Biggie lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY, Jake One, Darrius Willrich - Thank You, Biggie lyrics]
Things change when you grow up
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout
'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite
Song was 'Get money
Get money' Weight of the
World on my shoulder
But I'm still gettin' colder
So keep it real
Like, on a comedy about who run rap
Cause LA is on top now and who run that?
I've been all facts, I base my shit off that
But for sixty-five grand
Y'all could switch my hat
To the Seahawks cause I'm always
Down for the money
And niggas always talkin' 'bout
Me when they strugglin'
I guess that's why my
Champagne always bubblin'
Two girls in the indoor pool out in London
At Dizzee Rascal flat
They say I’m a handsome cat
But all he do is rap
You want to hang out and relax?
Go shoppin' in Saks, hella bags in the back
And when I see her again, motherfucker
She next
I don't talk to her everyday, but we text
And when I throw that Biggie on
She don't even trip
I asked her to roll a joint
And she don't even flinch dom K is a pimp
You don't even need the blimp
I know you could tell I'm nasty
Though my lyrics is classy
I'm not really that flashy
But I do like shrimp
Wit' some lemon butter sauce and
A cold white Zinf
Somebody to talk to and share
A view like this
Cause I been rollin' fashions
At least them attraction
Got dressed up for me, I do appreciate that
Woah
Things change when you grow up
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout
'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite
Song was 'Get money, get money'
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirsty
That's for real, and that's for real
Things change when you grow up
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout
'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite
Song was 'Get money, get money'
That's for real, and that's for real
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout
'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite
Song was 'Get money
Get money' Weight of the
World on my shoulder
But I'm still gettin' colder
So keep it real
Like, on a comedy about who run rap
Cause LA is on top now and who run that?
I've been all facts, I base my shit off that
But for sixty-five grand
Y'all could switch my hat
To the Seahawks cause I'm always
Down for the money
And niggas always talkin' 'bout
Me when they strugglin'
I guess that's why my
Champagne always bubblin'
Two girls in the indoor pool out in London
At Dizzee Rascal flat
They say I’m a handsome cat
But all he do is rap
You want to hang out and relax?
Go shoppin' in Saks, hella bags in the back
And when I see her again, motherfucker
She next
I don't talk to her everyday, but we text
And when I throw that Biggie on
She don't even trip
I asked her to roll a joint
And she don't even flinch dom K is a pimp
You don't even need the blimp
I know you could tell I'm nasty
Though my lyrics is classy
I'm not really that flashy
But I do like shrimp
Wit' some lemon butter sauce and
A cold white Zinf
Somebody to talk to and share
A view like this
Cause I been rollin' fashions
At least them attraction
Got dressed up for me, I do appreciate that
Woah
Things change when you grow up
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout
'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite
Song was 'Get money, get money'
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirsty
That's for real, and that's for real
Things change when you grow up
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout
'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite
Song was 'Get money, get money'
That's for real, and that's for real