Artist: Rich Gang (Lil Wayne, The Game & Birdman)
Album: Rich Gang: Flashy Lifestyle
Year: 2013
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[Intro – Birdman]
Yeah, bigger than life, YMCMB
Flashy life, yeah
Brlatt
[Chorus – The Game]
Red everything, red Bentley
Chop a nigga down and tell his momma Red sent me
Rag in my pocket, what color is that motherfucker?
Same color as your insides motherfucker
You know we bang money, bang-bang-bang money
Holla at ya soo woo, that’s the new slang dummy
And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags
For the money motherfucker, wall street cash
[Verse 1 – Birdman]
Red Jags, hoppin’ with my red flag
Pretty red bitch, with my tee tagg
Highly respect the stuntin’ in my digital dash
Stay fly out the pound, Young Money cash
We bang money, bang-bang-bang money
Cash Money, Young Money, bitch we flip cash
Blood line on my bloods, see we see and smash
Tommy guns AK’s nigga, spit and dash
High life, carbine with a extra mag
Hit the curve, bad bitch nigga, dick and dash
My life has never been the same since the cash
My life ain’t been the same since I bust his ass
Tear drop gangster, high life gangster
Cash Money, Young Money, bitch we the gangsters
You find me on the chopper with my chopper non stoppin’
Pick a roof bitch, ready chop ’em
We laughin’ to the bank bitch
High life, more money in the bank bitch
You know we do it, 24s shit
More hoe’s out the pound when we blow bitch
[Chorus – The Game]
Red everything, red Bentley
Chop a nigga down and tell his momma Red sent me
Rag in my pocket, what color is that motherfucker?
Same color as your insides motherfucker
You know we bang money, bang-bang-bang money
Holla at ya soo woo, that’s the new slang dummy
And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags
For the money motherfucker, wall street cash
[Verse 2 – The Game]
Run up on this Bentley, wish a motherfucker would
I leave yo’ ass in Louisiana off in the woods
Chopper sister city, bad boy since the Diddy
And my Phantom like a strip club, ass and titties
I fuck rats, top models and regular hoe’s
Take a ball player, picture Ness in my regular clothes
And you could have her back, I don’t swear hoe’s
I put that on my hood like the crown on the Cadillac
Tear drop gangster, only got one
But if I counted all the bodies, they drip to my Louis Vuitton
All red Yeezy’s, yeah the flame edition
The say I’m out of my mind like I got a cocaine addiction
Cause when I was young I had Young Money
Niggas try to stretch me out, so I tatted it on my tummy
Never been a scholar, far from a dummy
But you disrespect my clip, I let the chopper red rumming
Yeah and we bang money, bang-bang-bang money
50 round drum a nigga try to take this chain from me
You was gon’ kill me, I’d already be dead
Don’t make me come to your hood and paint that motherfucker red
[Chorus – The Game]
Red everything, red Bentley
Chop a nigga down and tell his momma Red sent me
Rag in my pocket, what color is that motherfucker?
Same color as your insides motherfucker
You know we bang money, bang-bang-bang money
Holla at ya soo woo, that’s the new slang dummy
And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags
For the money motherfucker, wall street cash
[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Cincinnati Reds hat, tilt that bitch to the right
You know how them bullets travel, motherfucker book a flight
Chopper made them niggas dance, motherfucking boogie nights
All of you suckas pussy, none of you pussy’s tight
I rep that red flag, that’s right that red flag
I still got blood money, I’m counting red cash
I’m in my skinny jeans, with my red Vans
I’m with a bad bitch, with her red ass
Talk crazy nigga, highway to heaven
Automatic start, automatic weapon
Momma need a dress, you gon’ need a Reverend
I let Marley shoot ’em, cause I’m a convicted felon
Sharp shooter nigga, yeah shot’s perfect
You ever gargled blood? bubble up and burp it
I’m in that new Coupe, bald head nigga
I’m Piru, all red nigga
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