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
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
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,
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
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
too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball
Money, money, money
Yah Rich Polo
This is YaluDream baby
Forse non ci sei qui con me (Con me)
La notte non ti mando quel mex (Quel mex)
Sto pensando solo ad alzare sto
This is YaluDream baby
Rich Polo want money like he's Tiger Woods Come stai?
Non ci vediamo da un po'
L'ultima volta al live
Di chi fosse non lo so
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
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,
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
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
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
Yeah, FaceTime, we still talk in codes
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo t-shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on
Switchin'
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
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)
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
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
Nike I just do it
I just cop it I just drop it
Gucci Louis Polo breitling Rollie Audemar
Fuck it I want all of it
Kobe though I'm balling bitch
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