Lyrics:
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
is what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought that $hort just might eat her
I
I thank her for the session
And we say goodbye
I pack up my laptop and my hard drives
My microphone compressor and my guitar I'm
Meetin' bear at Joe's
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
plays, we got big big plays)
All my plays runnin' through the cheap phone
(All my plays, they're all my plays) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a problem
play me like I'm average (like I'm average)
It's givin' big Birkin
Close the curtain in the Rolls Royce, that's what it's givin' me, bitch
I don't
wanna be
Cause baby
Chorus
I wanna be rich
You know what I mean baby
I wanna be rich
Everyday and everyway
I wanna be rich, full of love, peace
what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought Too $hort just might eat her
I told
what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought Too $hort just might eat her
I told
too high to pay
I don’t need your help
‘Cause Punkrock`s all I wanna play
Hey little guitar boy
Don’t throw your guitar in the ditch
Give me your soul
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
of masses
No great pretender, not me, yeah yeah
'Cause I can play this guitar
Hangin' round my neck
I'm in love with its power
I believe in its strength
everyday feels like hella
Everyday feels like Hell
Steve miller in your black kia
Didn't know you had a drug dealer
I mention I write songs and play guitar
I got big bank casing on a muthafucka
Ain't shit changed cuz' I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
was minimum wage
Get the fuck out my face
I see right through that fake
You just want me cause I’m switching lanes
Now she commenting under my page
In
I’m a self paid millionaire, turnt into a rock star
By the age of 12, turnt myself into a popstar
Rock by myself, Ian never need a guitar
Turn 13,
Philly where you make it out
But it's never safe in
Play this whenever you wanna play this
Call me George Bush cause I'm blowin'
Up when I'm with my clique
[T.I.]
u got rich n g shits still a part of u cause breakin old habits so hard to do
u still watch for da haters n the rugged crew cause breakin old habits
school
My classmates were rich dudes
Parents rich as a bitch
Government Associates
I had the latest shoes
With the dirtiest shoelace
Cause I kicked him in
And playing inversions
And that you
Don't always have to
Play big
Loud chords
And I've been
Taking lessons
With him
On and off
For like ten years now
And
I
a comedown RN
Sleeping on the pak, you get run down
I met this jawn and left her by sundown
Don't come cause I won't be around
And play it's gone make
Uh
Don't play
Used to hop out with the mac
Uh
Big plays
They all used to think I was whack
Uh
Big safe
I'm back with a vengeance
I'm back with
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