Lyrics:
money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad?
And if he
money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad?
And if he
the artist
I can't trust no fuckin' body
They still out to get me 'cause they never got me
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich)
This sound
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'
Who studies honesty with wilder-gaze
While through it's oddity must
It's wings take flight!
Through alchemy the artist's mind's a maze, a
Labyrinth
You are the feeling in my mind
That there is something more to life
You are the keeper of my soul
And there is something you should, you should know
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
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
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
Columbus sailed the ocean blue
To see what he would fine
With visions of another world
They said he'd lost his mind
But when he told them
peace
They don't have to worry 'bout the police
We make 'em rich so they don't have to thief
Every artist here on this track
Will make a change here
white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies
pain will come
Black, white, rich, poor, it's the same old drum
Rainy days like the war, use wisdom as a weapon
Hold your head up, dry your clothes
The artist, however faithful to his
Personal vision of reality
Becomes the last champion of the
Individual mind and sensibility
Against an intrusive
Beautiful, dirty, dirty, rich, rich, dirty, dirty
Beautiful, dirty, rich
Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful
Beautiful and dirty,
Beautiful, dirty, dirty, rich, rich, dirty, dirty
Beautiful, dirty, rich
Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful
Beautiful and dirty,
I mean, wassup?
Yeah, okay
Some things in mind, it's not obvious (ooh, uh)
Faces in pocket like a artist (ooh)
Waitin' and payin' no bills
like it is
Never mind the turpentine
Leave it like it is
Its fine
Now when the paint dried
You gave it a title
You called it "Kitchen Blue"
I must make up my mind today
What to have, what to hold
A poor man's roses
Or a rich man's gold
One's as wealthy as a king in a palace
Tho'
mind
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind
(fame)
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we got a taste for champagne and endless
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