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[Intro] Boiii, GOOD So this is what it feels like to make something outta nothing huh? For a young n*gga to start with nothing and get muthaf*cking rich on ya dumbass Finally Famous [Hook: Big Sean] B*tch, my life is nothin' but a G thing Pick up a 100 G's, take off a G-string Clique full of G's and some bad-ass b*tches Oh, your ear to the streets? Okay, well, holla if you hear us I keep it G, I keep it G, I keep it G, I keep it G I keep it, I keep it, I keep it I keep it G [repeated] [Verse 1: Big Sean] Okay, my life is nothin' but a G thang Pick up 100 G's, take off a G-string Oh, Jesus, they love me to pieces Got up in the game cause I was tired of the bleachers Get rich, repeat it, taste it, I'm delish' Lookin' so good she put me on her f*ck for free list I turn her on 'fore I go in I swear that pussy keyless I might let her ride the mic and let her friend come get the remix Oh boy you do it Rollin' rich n*gga weed (rich n*gga weed) With a rich n*gga b*tch (rich n*gga b*tch) I'm ridin' 'round the city, in a rich n*gga whip Yea a n*gga paid a grip, for all this rich n*gga sh*t And all these bad hoes, they want a rich n*gga's dick O God, this life is such a blessin' See I smoke 'til I can't smoke no more and drink is no exception Man these crazy n*ggas crazy, n*gga when you gon' learn yo lesson They won't talk sh*t about you plaques, but they gon' talk when you are restin' Man, so f*ck 'em [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 10 Ben Franklins, n*gga, that's a G homie Flash the pinky ring, baby you can ski on it Put it in your uterus, U-Haul, I move the sh*t Baby I'm a shark and these rappers taste like tuna fish Look at this, movie with no movie script I die real, do this sh*t Just bought an old-school so that's my newest whip Cartiers on, I can see all through the sh*t I spell southside with an F that stand for foolishness F*ck that sh*t, f*ck with us, we'll have you in some luxury I need a stash pot for a couple keys When I'm in the Gucci store, I spend some G's to wear some G's If you is a sucker, I'm a charger, where's the sucker fee? Luckily, smoking on that vote for me, Presidential evidence Truck so big, I can't park it at my residence Wallet so big, I can't put it in my back pocket Soon as her ass dropping, the cash dropping [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Sean] I deserve congrats (Why?) I turned my old car into a new My basement into a presidential view One into two, a milli to a few N*ggas want to see me fall off, ah sh*t I'll fall off and turn into you F*ck around, turn this peace sign to a piece Tool Time: now you learn to muthaf*ckin' screw I feel like slappin' a ho Keep a bad b*tch at the passenger door Never ever break these broads off a lil' Once you give 'em something they be askin' for more If I run out then I'm snatchin' up yours Man I remain a quadruple-triple OG, triple OG, triple OG And that's a sign that I'm a made n*gga that's fasho |