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bitch with the seat up
You know me, from the old me
On John street with the scraight D,
I was low key, ask HB,
Now I'm three deep, come face me
I
I'll teach you something by the back of my hand
School can't teach you how to fight like a man
Sing it - yeah, yeah, yeah - life's a bitch
I can hear
drop
911 call the cops
There's a bitch snitch
Ain't that a bitch
I can't trust nobody in this son of a bitch
I get rich on the fakers who hate
I'll teach you something by the back of my hand
School can't teach you how to fight like a man
Sing it - yeah, yeah, yeah - life's a bitch
I can hear
I'm back!

Spit on a bitch, punch on a bitch
After I eat some steak, have her tug on my dick
Nigga filthy rich, two car notes
No house nigga, that's how
being needy
I'd rather be rich, the truth of cash is tragic
The system's a bitch, but money works like magic, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money makes the world go
don't wanna solve 'em
Ten yachts by each other, yeah Bitch I own all of 'em
'Cause I'm rich

Don't care if you don't like me
'Cause I'm rich
Don't
that way
Gats spray these shorties is killers
The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
And they look at me like I'm
to clean, hell na I can't speak
12 hundred on the jeans
5 hundred on the feet
3 goon chains a hundred 40 thousand dollars each
400 20 thousand, I can show
was gettin' my feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her "Hey, what's
to get my feet on the ground

(MJG)

Now let me explain a pimp
a nigga about the m-o-n-e-why
see a hoe, break a hoe
and try to influence the bitch
be, I lost my seat but I'm not a man to crawl
No I didn't get rich you son of a bitch
I'll be back just wait and see
Cause my whole world lies
Ballin like a bitch, you can't tell me nothin'
'Cause I'm ballin like bitch
(uh-uh-huh) filthy ass rich
Swimming in this money
'Cause I'm ballin'
get laid
Stayin' soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
I break a bitch down then I'm off with the dough

I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat
I ride
from the hip, kid. 
Take it from the hip, kid. 
Better not slip kid! 
Oh, ain't life a bitch, kid. 
1-2-3 
So high a T, so high a T 
So high brow,
through so much money that I need three hands to count it

I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it 
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them
the blacks out
Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin' rich
Whoopin' on thugs and robbin' drug dealers for they shit
As far as jealousy, bein'
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, 
So why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
She'd repeat 
Easy street 
Better get there soon. 

Easy street 
Easy street 
Where the rich folks play 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Move them feet 

Move
mad that it turned out that way
Gats spray these shorties is killers

The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
And they
tears in their eyes
Neither one could speak
Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything

Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch