Poor Lil Rich lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : Poor Lil Rich



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[Verse 1]
I let my watch talk for me, my whip
talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up
homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be
friends
My whip saying quit playing bitch get
in
My earring saying we can hit the mall
together
Shorty its only right that we ball
together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz
y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my
shit bling blow
My pinky ring talk it say
fifty I'm sick
That's why these niggaz is on
my dick
Some hate me, some love my
hits
Flex my man he gon bump my shit
See
I'm alive man I really don't care
I tell them
hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and play
me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than
the crib ya momma raised ya in

[Chorus:
repeat 2x]
I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a
rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me
shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six
nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch
nigga

[Verse 2]
New York niggaz, cocky
niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we
crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up
out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama
I'm
from the wild whody, but I know country
grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head
and front
I go up out the trunk, come back,
rollout I'm done (yeah)
My money come in
lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me
sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump
Don't
make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I
lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya
up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit
heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in
the street
I'm real bloody man, the hood love
me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like
bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my
thing
C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the
pen

[Chorus (2x)]

I'm in the Benz
on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on
Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche
on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I
tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya
about my dick game
But she don't know me, she
only know my nickname
Left the hood and came
back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they
done got they own work man

[Chorus (2x)]