Lyrics:
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Poor snapper, look at shorty shakin' it and makin' it clap
Booty big pokin' out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how
forever be poor as long as Babylon's rich
Chico can't smoke them pipe in peace
Too much Babylon and too much beast
Chico can't smoke them bongs outside
I hear these women raving 'bout their monkey men
About their trifling husbands and their no good friends
These poor women sit around all day
a rich man's game no matter what they call it
And you spend your life puttin' money in his wallet
9 to 5, whoa what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin'
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
a rich man's game no
Matter what they call it
And you spend your life putting
Money in his wallet
I said let's hunt shout
Maybe I need to break down let's
the nineties
I loved Brazil
The OG Ronaldo
Rivaldo
Roberto Carlos
I liked
Barcelona in Spain
Juventus in Italy
AJAX
Celtic
Man U
Dortmund
And there's
A person
Got a letter just the other day
From the man downtown
All my checks, they have flown away
And now my credit is blown
And I'm broke, I lost all my
replacing ya, trickin' ya ohh
Man look, ay look
She a real ass chick
A down ass chick
She got money, she ain't tryna get rich quick
She ain't stuntin' other
lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is
motherfucker
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Please leave a message after the tone
"Ayo, B, this Caesar, yo
Yo, I'ma have your money, man
Why you gotta be
a friend outside of town
With my collar up, I found his name
And felt the wind die down
And a drunk man in a cowboy hat
Took me by surprise
Wearin'
licensing
Controlled by a frightening
Man tryna get the dolla
Pounding me down for the pound
Even when I'm gone then they'll use my sound
Till the people
night man I ain't Rap In A minute
Y'all be lying In y'all raps man yall be capping All In It
I heard the homie told , & I ain't give him Dap In A minute
Young MTK here, what's going on
Aye, yeah, yeah, aye, aye, gang, gang, aye
You saying that he getting rich, why you lying in this shit
Cut out that
on the prize so vigilantly
Love how you live, remember the world, full of expensive shit
Can't forget the poor 'cause you're friends with the rich
Stay true
amounts to nothing
to the rich man, to the poor man
to the strong, and to the weak
without Jesus in your life, all you have is nothing
(chorus)
Jesus died
for me
Yeah, it's all about the money, man, these niggas don't matter
Rich or broke, poor or rich, man, these niggas gon' chatter
Baby tryna come
I'm livin'
Ya just leave this long haired country boy alone
A poor girl wants to marry
And a rich girl wants to flirt
A rich man goes to college
I'm livin'
Ya just leave this long haired country boy alone
A poor girl wants to marry
And a rich girl wants to flirt
A rich man goes to college
for the almighty dollar
You'll never have a mansion over there
Just like the rich man who wouldn't give a crumb from his table
He found in
If you two-wheelin', tryna chill, get a kickstand
Everybody gettin' money had a game plan
Every truth seeker dropped by a hit man
Everybody
Retaliation, man don't flagrant foul on the ocky
Finally made it up out it, was givin' back 'fore I got it
Remember vivid who doubted, feel good we did it
them funds like he rich
Hey, I run with the Dips, gained a 100 of chips
So you know I got expensive tastes
And ends to waste to change the way the Benz
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