Lyrics:
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha'
Stacking
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha'
another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor
Mike Rich, no hype just kicks
Jordan 6, 8 and 9 fit
Hottest trends, clank clank, cleansed
Blessed, yes, I'm rich, M
I-K-E, you know me, OG only
Real no
to them, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
1017, livin' a dream, come eat with us, we'll get you rich, blrrrd, blrrrd
My posse's on Bouldercrest (Big Blrrrd, blrrrd,
of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Mama was a mink wearer
Papa ran
of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Mama was a mink wearer
Papa ran
This is what eight figures look like
Kids wanna be like Gucci, give a fuck about Mike
Hmm, this is what your bitch look like
When you make two
Ain't got nothing in common
Motherfucker and thats just common sense
Came in the game, 8 years prior
8 years later, your mans on fire
My Book of Eli,
yo' shit)
Seven, eight, better stay awake (better stay up late)
Nine, ten, he's back again (back again)
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell (huh)
real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
That's my cell phone number, hit me
Who's Country Mike
I'm Country Mike
Where's Country Mike
Here's Country Mike
Who's Country Mike
Woo!
I'm Country Mike
Yeah Country Mike
I'm
What kinda dream is this?
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you (turn the lights on)
Sweet
just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
I'm tryin' to get rich as I rock the place
Everybody's got that same old dream
To have big
Mmm mmm mm
Ngibhekene nenkinga bafowethu
Kunini ngifonela udali angisamtholi ku late
Ubethe uzobesebuyile ngo 8
Ubethe uzobesebuyile ngo 8
suck nitrous all night long
If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (9-1-1)
Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Put his foot through it
explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
I'm tryin' to get rich as I rock the place
Everybody's got that same old dream
To have big
polo, don’t wear assassin
I come with that 44, you know I be matchin'
Y’all over there with the yelling’
Tone down on umbrella
We coming you know that
explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit)
I walk
Mike
Mike
Mike
Mike, mike, mike
Mike, mike, mike
Mike… mike
Mike, mike
Mike, mike, mike, mike!
Mike, mike, mike, mike!
Mike, mike, mike, mike!
Mike
outside of Mike's deli
Dip to the tele
Call my bird up on the celle
Bobby what Bobby lust I walk strange
And talk strange
Long range sniper aims
Swiss
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