50 cent - Poor Lil Rich
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My
gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie
My
watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My
whip saying quit playing bitch get in
My
earring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty
its only right that we ball together
I'm
into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style
Ya
wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
My
pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick
That's
why these niggaz is on my dick
Some
hate me, some love my hits
Flex
my man he gon bump my shit
See
I'm alive man I really don't care
I
tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You
try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My
chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
Chorus:
repeat 2X
I
was a poor nigga
Now
I'm a rich nigga
Getting
paper now you can't tell me shit nigga
You
can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In
the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga
New
York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Fuck
around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm
fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama
I'm
from the wild whody, but I know country grammar
See
me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front
I go
up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah)
My
money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You
see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump
Don't
make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I
lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
See
50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I
can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm
real bloody man, the hood love me man
Don't
make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked
up in a pen, I still do my thing
C-O
screaming shut the fuck up in the pen
Chorus
2X
I'm
in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range
on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche
on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe
or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty
she can tell ya about my dick game
But
she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left
the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These
young boys, they done got they own work man
Chorus
2X