Lyrics:
and then dumped it
I'm not like Robin Hood, cause I want more
Steal from the rich, hang with the poor
My pockets are fat, you see, it don't matter to me
I can tell by the clothes he wears, he tried a little to hard
He parks that little truck on my oil stain in your yard
I bet your mamma loves all
to make a difference
And I came to make figures
See the poor stay poor
And the rich get richer
They got money for the wars
And money for all the prisons
will back your case
Any month any week any time of the day
Don't worry cuz I'm alright
I wanna have a ride a ride or die
A girl that can be right by
Listen here you little
Truth is everyone wants to be rich
Be free
Meet a girl like you
Get drunk everyday
Truth is Im just addicted so I cant sleep
just a little moment
She's a crazy woman
Why do girls go for broke niggas
Poor niggas
Good stroke then smoke dro niggas
I ain't sugar daddy for this poor
motherfucker thug nation alert
keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt
this shit hurts cause we went from poor to rich
you're supposed to see a lot
drinking, beauty's gone to bed
Clever's in his room thinking, you got little me instead
Lust is in the yard or garden, love is by the door
Ain't nothing
daddy's rich
And your mommy's good-lookin', yeah
So hush, pretty little baby, don't you cry
One of these, one of these, one
And the cotton is high
Like-a like-a like-a you're daddy's rich
And your mommy's good-lookin', yeah
So hush, pretty little baby, don't you cry
One of these,
as I was about walk by her
Looked a little rough four kids right beside her
Not trying to be mean but baby girl looked tired
She had a grin till I asked
down to New Orleans
You got a nice car
From a rich man
With a gold watch
And a fake tan
Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my
their targets
I like to see when people fill in their margins, for real
I like toppings on my ice cream
We ain't the same little nigga you ain't like me
I
Could turn in circles
Spins around the fire burning
We're searching for higher learning)
Distracted by higher earning
Yearning for more than what's
beautiful girl
The mornings not over
Horizons forever
Don't you go
What a fuckin' sad way to move out of your home
Ain't no family close by ain't no one
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem
Since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know
Ain't takin shit to left, jimmy jones rock and jock
Right back
See I been spendin' these late nights
On girls I never see again
Constantly intoxicated
Only God could save me, yeah
With 'em by the sunrise
One day
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
on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo)
Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah)
Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin'
Sebastian met
A girl with а pretty little head
And they became the greatest couple in the cripples class
They fell in love, Sebastian and pretty-little
wild and a little crazy too
Some girls don't like boys like me
Aw but some girls do
I yelled and asked if you would like a ride
When we pulled out
Especially if she has my little girls
I wouldn't mind some boys too, yeah
Man, I hate them long walls
I'm tryna be rich by time the home blows
I'm tryna be
the other been adopted while I was left neglected, the rich poor boy,
His family is respected but his mind is deflected as if being affected, a sailor, deep
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