Lyrics:
nigga thought I was rich
Tell em to follow the drip
Bought a impala to flip
Don’t get no hotter than this
I got the plot imma twist
I got a lot on my mind
mans gon' blow
So they ass better get low or get hit
Oh, shit
That Bulldog made his ass split
I'm tryna get rich, fuck a bitch
Only thing she for is
a fair warning
Don't u blow it
Blame it on the grind
Running outta time
Money on mind
I'm cruising no Tom
That's all been on Ma mind
I'll make it here
All my niggas, get your figures
And all my bitches, work that body
Yo, boss talk, nigga, start the car, let the Porsche talk
Crib big as AC,
I ain't got a big house
Benz or a white picket fence
But a nigga eat shrimp get lit
Nigga I'm rich
Got a MK on my wrist
Top down roll with a bad
On my wrist bout 40 one chain on my neck 15
This Tec with me hold about 50
Blow his block like whatcha
Say about little key
Comin' through very foul
in this bitch
They think they seein' me, but they ain't seen shit
Girls on the pole, yeah they make me rich
Girls at my shows, wanna take my pic
Yeah,
catch the Kiss performance later with the L.O.X.
We real raw-my dog collar signin' with the are and are
Fuck with me you blow up with your car, (?)
had a cousin man
He was big in cocaine
So all them rich kids
To me they were slave
Cause the money wouldn't be
If my cousin never gave
Official picking
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
want way more diamonds, so I came
For that money, money
That money, money
For that money, money
That money, money
I'm rich in my mind, mind
I'm rich in
slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for the low
Niggas think I fell off?
Niggas done lost they mind
broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got
broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Rich Nice
And on behalf of Trackmasters Entertainment
I would like to welcome you to the Kid Capri
Soundtrack
up, me haffi fight my bottle
Say either with a sword or a non-shackle
Some pistol, wah short and someone with the long nozzle
Rich me say, tired to be
Girl you blow my mind
Yes you blow my mind
Girl you blow my mind everytime that you walk by
Girl you blow my mind
Yes you blow my mind
Girl you blow
Fuck it I'm gon Die Rich
Money on my fucking mind
Yea I'm on my fucking grind
I'm gon run this shit
Yea till I fucking die
Think you can do this shit
a classic I be nieman Marcus saks fifth
Slide thru talkin that big shit
Work that wrist til I get rich
Young nigga handle his B.I
I get anything I want on my
a work in progress
(and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor)
My life's a work in progress
(but I don't stress cause I have been here
the ocean I’m a big shark come and swim with Micheal dapaah
My mind is loaded a Rifle
This rifle is a cologne
I can spray you with some bullets when
gonna blow, cause you're just a dumb kid)
(Aye, aye)
My obsessions keep talking (yeah)
Shooting my mind with this stress I keep blocking (Simp)
Telling
Eastside?
We in this bitch
They think they seein me, but they ain't seen shit
Girls on the pole, yeah they make me rich
Girls at my shows, wanna take my
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