Rich Gang, Birdman, Mystikal - R.G. lyrics

Yeah, sitting on top of
This motherfucking 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, nigga
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 niggas getting it
Yeah, Rich Gang (stay popping)
We eat when we sleep, boy
Flashy lifestyle, boy, paradise on earth
Smoke all day, nigga - Rich Gang, 100

Bitch, I slapped the fucker
Karate chopped the pistols
Shake the dog shitter
I ain't playing with you
I'm a concert rocker toot it
Up you a pussy poppin'
Seen that girl from Cancun
Now the motherfuckers, they feel high
I got big ass houses, plenty cars
I'm a gorilla with it
Y'all niggas spit monkey bars
I leave them with broken homes
Affected them collar bones
And I play like Donkey Kong
Da da da da da duuuh
Leave the club go home sista
Us niggas got chrome pistols
Don't fuck with the Don, cursing in church
Telling you wrong, mister
Pull it out then get out in public
Breathe to your face, nigga
Do it til you love me
If you can't open your pants
Get up my nigga, you sure was ugly
SKS, can't kick it
Bulletproof vest, whole gang is
Stressing about that shit, bring it on
Get it over i throw your ass all over
With an AT4 on my shoulder, that'll hold ya
Combat ready, front line nigga
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
Fuck around with a nigga
Spit this shit off the wall
And knock all your eyebrows off
I'm fucking retarded, ain't no helping me
These niggas 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 nigga keep thinking I'm playing

This what the fuck I'm
Talking about right there, kid
You fucking killed them, immortalize them
Think they can open your casket up, nigga
You sure was ugly
Did good, boss is gonna be happy
Everything is in your future, kid