Lyrics:
numbers & the name kid
I mean really, houndin' ol' girl, was that really necessary
See your itinerary is all off
You need to be hauled off
She start
wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor
Security wouldn't follow me around the store (ah, what you got in your coat, buddy)
Like I'd steal something
Because
Putting that work in everyday hurting
You know that it's Showtime open up the curtains
Grew up in that south side don't open yo mouth wide
Live by
can't die poor
Instead of that
I'd rather sell my virginity and get rich once
Break it
I no come to suffer
Suffer
I no come to suffer
Suffer
I no come
the North
Remember I was really feelin poor
Cant wait to look at Mama, like no that's our lives anymore
Cant wait to pull up in exotic wit them suicide doors
Will be the same day M.T.v. Play videos
That was a little joke, voila
Praises due to the most high, Allah
Praises due to the most fly, Prada
Baby I'm
Yeah, alright
Alright, alright baby
I need your loving girl
So won't you give it to me
Right now, oh yeah
Oh yeah oh alright
Let me
Wild thing!
Should've known better
With a girl like you
You satisfied my every need
What a little heartbreaker
You turned out to be
Prettiest
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
brother owns the bar
c little older than the girl next door
But when you walk in they know that you're here
c little notice is what you are craving
Tequila
down Santa Claus lane
He doesn't care if you're rich or poor
For he loves you just the same
Santa Claus knows we're God's children
That makes
down Santa Claus lane
He doesn't care if you're rich or poor
For he loves you just the same
Santa Claus knows we're God's children
That makes
Right down Santa Claus lane
He doesn't care if you're rich or poor
For he loves you just the same
Santa Claus knows we're God's children
That makes
many times can a good heart break?
Well, I keep fallin' for all them bad boys:
Poor or rich as dirt.
Lots of fun, and I ain't jokin',
But every time
on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no-nukes yell "we're gonna all go to hell"
With the next big meltdown
the river oh it’s lonely and cold
There once was a poor man
Who went out one day
Once was a rich man
That took his dog to play
Once was a fisherman
Tryna
legend, you'll see that I'm right
Throughout the years I wasnt too sure
It's hard thinking rich but being poor
But soon imma think poor and be rich
When I
need to break
Ok
The rich keep making money,
The poor keep staying broke,
And Haters drown your days but you know I can stay afloat
I got no time for
...The American Dream is dead
Cause things don’t turn out how they seem in your head
More money, more murder, and the scene is red
The rich eat the poor
they was poor
They poor and they wish they were rich
I never fall bout a bitch
I never call bout a miss
Man I pour a 8th in a 5th
Man I’m on some
Just tryna get by
For the child of mine
Now I park on a double line
Now I got a £100 fine
Still goes to the rich guy
(rich guy)
No one looks out for
I never knock a brother get your hustle on
Everyday could be my last ‘till it’s brought upon
But little boy Ronny causin’ trouble on his block
Little
As when I was a little girl times were hard in this whole world
But there's a silver lining behind every cloud
Just poor people that's all we were
little thing riding by in a champagne Corolla
I've seen her around here just last night
Today she been by two, three times
Ain't you listening to me
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