50 Cent - Poor Lil' Rich Lyrics
Verse 1)I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for meMy gat talk for me, bow! what up homieMy watch saying hi shorty we can be friendsMy whip saying quit playing ***** get inMy earring saying we can hit the mall togetherShorty its only right that we ball togetherIm into bigger things yall niggaz yall know my styleYa wrist bling bling, my shit bling blowMy pinky ring talk it say fifty Im sickThats why these niggaz is on my dickSome hate me, some love my hitsFlex my man he gon bump my shitSee Im alive man I really dont careI tell them hoes whatever they wanna hearYou try and play me ima blaze it inMy chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in(chorus: repeat 2x)I was a poor niggaNow Im a rich niggaGetting paper now you cant tell me shit niggaYou can find me in the fo dot six niggaIn the backseat fondling ya ***** nigga(verse 2)New york niggaz, *****y niggaz like its all good***** around we crip-walking in the wrong hoodIm fresh up out the slammer, I aint no *****ing bamaIm from the wild whody, but I know country grammarSee me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and frontI go up out the trunk, come back, rollout Im done (yeah)My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumpsYou see me sitting on dubs, thats why u mad chumpDont make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya upI lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya upSee 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heatI cant go commercial, they love me in the streetIm real bloody man, the hood love me manDont make me show up in ya crib like bro-manLocked up in a pen, I still do my thingC-o screaming shut the ***** up in the penChorus (2x)Im in the benz on monday, the bm on tuesdayRange on wednesday, thursday Im in the hooptayPorsche on friday, I do things my wayVipe or vette, I tear up the highwayShorty she can tell ya about my dick gameBut she dont know me, she only know my nicknameLeft the hood and came back, damn shit changedThese young boys, they done got they own work manChorus (2x)
