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to question me there'd be a coin shortage
And I'd be the equivalent to Jeff Bezos rich
People find it necessary to make me feel bad in February
But I'm sick

that from day one, straight up
I don’t know why you always kept on testing my love
But fuck that shit, I got little rich, and now I’m carrying the big

got shot by they own
AI cross got 'em shook, huh (AI cross got 'em shook)
Workin' out with the big dogs
With the weight, now watch me cook, huh
Top

a long limousine
Rolls by shining pretty

'Bout the same time I'm being kissed goodbye
By the woman I've held all night
Who knows if the rich man's lady

Blue hunnids
Rich nigga
Lot of money
New whip costs $200
On the dash got $200
Fuck it up Fuck it up
Fuck it up Fuck it up
Fuck it up Fuck it up
Blue

4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck
Ain't never had shit, now a nigga mad rich
I always thought I'd get a mil'
I ain't never think about three or four

both sides of the fence 
Slowly killing of the planet
And these fake rich bitches with their fake big tits 
Who ain't got no talent, living off daddy's

Yeah
Yeah

Literally rich, this Nas, sick
Still woulda hit a enemy with a TEC in nine-six
Exotic material on the neck and fly whips
I was fresh

fake niggas we just go on ignoring them
The same haters they saying that they all day ones
Once we rich and famous laughing at the price tag
I'm not

This how we gon get it started
Yeah
Hey
Hey, yeah, hey yeah
What did I miss I'm 20 years old Felling big
Life is good I'm just chillin tryna live
I

that's my baby)
Yeah (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah (mm-mm)
Go (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah

Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper

Rich Porter
Millions of views still flying birds everyday
Who the fuck wants to live a normal life anyway
I'm balling feeling like Jim Jones
Big

Bonnie & Clyde, Pt. 2

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll

1999

I've been taught by the best, extorted the rest
Wearin' a niggas shit, crossin' my chest
Life on the line, say prayers under my breath
But knew I'd be

awake
The real will out survive the fake Darwin said niggas change by the day
Charles Lee Ray with a chop when I play
My pockets are chubby I stuff em

cause it makes me rich but it's illegal
Each time I remember she calls me by Roro
How much love I could have given her so so
Never gonn let a girl fuck up

You got me more than ever
Just hope we'll dance next song
You got me more than ever
Lately, I've
Been thinking

Case by case review, I'd hate me too

filthy rich one day. 
And the next morning end up broke. 
I'm glad I learned my lesson, way back in '87. 
I was wide around the mouth, by them burritos,

tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell

tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell

tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell

Good Thing We're Rappin'

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie

She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh

entertainers
Don't point your finger yeah
I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous
Because my money gets jealous

Listen see I use to sit at a bus stop

(I don't wanna fall in love)
(I'd rather go to the club)
(I'd rather pour up some mud)
(I'd rather go run it up)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Damario
Mafia
Big cheque
Yo Wangz line up a van
By the way line up a truck
Cause van cyaa carry dem money yah
FGM
Alright den
Tyre pon rim
Boy weh go