Lyrics:
What a sense of dread
He wanted to impress ladies by scrapping in the streets
He thinks it's dead romantic to out drink the other blokes
A girl comes up
fashion shoe,
Found his daddy's hat.
And he found little Muley and Muley said,
"They've been tractored out by the cats,
They've been tractored out by
the poor little rich girls.
You could measure it in blood
You could measure it in mud
Let us say for these twelve days
Put the measurin' away
Cause
say that it's normal ok well please give me names sir
Gucci this Gucci that, say it's for your girl
But we got people that poor and they needin' it more
you're gonna fool me?
Ha ha ha ha
Little rich kid, what do you know?
You had everything, don't you think it don't show?
I've been a climbing, just
romantic encounter.
I'm counting out time,
Got the whole thing down by numbers.
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O Lord I need that now.
romantic encounter.
I'm counting out time,
Got the whole thing down by numbers.
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O Lord I need that now.
reaching out
He could use a little love on the regular
He used to have a girl, but not no more
What's left of her just lingers in a memory
His heart is dark
in a court case
You little strawberries only good for that short cake
We fly around the world, same trip that the stork make
Where girls go south till
too
I've got one little hang up baby
I just can't make it without you
So tell me, are you gonna stay now
Will you stand by me girl all the way now
Oh
find
Now if her daddy's rich
Take her out for a meal
And if her daddy's poor
Then do as you feel
Speedin' down the lane even
Thought the speed
me girl all the way now
Oh with you by my side
They just can't keep us down
Together we can make it girl
From the poor side of town
(So tell me
with a tranny (dummy)
NBA Youngboy had Rich The Kid shook
Over a little picture with Lil Durk that he took
Hope he know Bobby Shmurda and Rich The Kid
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
don't do what I have done
For I've blackened fair girls names
Rich and poor it was all the same
cnd surely none will miss me when the cold earth takes
me girl all the way now
Oh with you by my side
They just can't keep us down
Together we can make it girl
From the poor side of town
(So tell me
me girl all the way now
Oh with you by my side
They just can't keep us down
Together we can make it girl
From the poor side of town
(So tell me
Got that louie on waist
The rollie on wrist
I'm ducking the poor and feeding rich
Say that to me I'll bang you face into the gold
That's sat in my
goin' perish fi sure
Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich a get rich and the poor a get poor
Come back come hear say Pan head skull bore
Come
they still call me bougie
You can tell by my hustle that I got good coochie
Try to play it crazy might lose me goofy
Rich bitch vibes that's why he's
Poor boy, rich girl, what a cliché
One car, two hearts, wanna run away
'Cause they know it was meant to be
His little bullet in a shotgun seat,
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
the poor little rich girls.
You could measure it in blood
You could measure it in mud
Let us say for these twelve days
Put the measurin' away
Cause
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