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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
to do
It i am an artist and I care about humanity
Yes I am personally rich and I can
Buy furs and houses for my family
But I need access to more money
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
a lot of money in the crack era
I feel like Mike Jack in that red and black leather
With the six zippers
And I do this for the poor so let’s get rich
Mmm mmm mm
Ngibhekene nenkinga bafowethu
Kunini ngifonela udali angisamtholi ku late
Ubethe uzobesebuyile ngo 8
Ubethe uzobesebuyile ngo 8
This is YaluDream baby
Rich Polo want money like he's Tiger Woods Telephone prrr
Garçson malade
Nella citè nella vie
Je suois a capitan
Telephone
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
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
eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Friction lock, set
Mixtures, rich
Propellers, fully forward
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