Poor Lil Rich
50 Cent
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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 b**** get in" My earring saying, "We can hit the mall together" Shorty, it's only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things y'all n****z y'all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my s*** bling blow My pinky ring talk it say, "50 I'm sick" That's why these n****z is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man, he gon' bump my s*** 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 I was a poor n**** Now I'm a rich n**** Getting paper now you can't tell me s***, n**** You can find me in the fo' dot six n**** In the backseat fondling ya b**** n**** I was a poor n**** Now I'm a rich n**** Getting paper now you can't tell me s***, n**** You can find me in the fo' dot six n**** In the backseat fondling ya b****, n**** New York n****z, c***y n****z like it's all good F*** around we crip, walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no f***ing bama I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, n****z go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you 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 See O screaming shut the f*** up in the pen I was a poor n**** Now I'm a rich n**** Getting paper now you can't tell me s***, n**** You can find me in the fo' dot six n**** In the backseat fondling ya b**** n**** I was a poor n**** Now I'm a rich n**** Getting paper now you can't tell me s***, n**** You can find me in the fo' dot six n**** In the backseat fondling ya b**** n**** 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 s*** changed These young boys, they done got they own work man I was a poor n**** Now I'm a rich n**** Getting paper now you can't tell me s***, n**** You can find me in the fo' dot six n**** In the backseat fondling ya b**** n**** I was a poor n**** Now I'm a rich n**** Getting paper now you can't tell me s***, n**** You can find me in the fo' dot six n**** In the backseat fondling ya b**** n****
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Written by: MICHAEL J. CLERVOIX, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
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