Lyrics:
grinnin' and I'm rubbin' ya thighs, man
Can't explain how ya got me risin'
Sip a little pimp and let her get a little hypnotized
Recognize, wit' the pretty
the anger, don't add a 'tude
Shifting the ground, no magnitude
I'ma make you move
Little rascal, I'm Dennis the menace (I'm Dennis the menace)
Girl when I ask
took shorty ass out
On a trip
It's a little bit of that
And a little bit of this
I'm tryna make sure
All my niggas die rich
Made sure we equipped to
Get
swordfightin'
I'm slicin' organs with songwritin', I dwarf giants
I hope I'm rubbin' you pussies wrong sort of like poor dykin'
I smoke philosophy, I snort
Come on down have a look around at rich folks living in a poor folks town
We got no money but we're rich in love that's one thing that we've got
grew up poor, getting rich now
A couple thou on my wrist now
Downtown kids help me get down
Never really went through the struggle, like she missed
with you right now, girl
You've been on my mind front and center go and take a bow
Love is neither rich nor poor
Love will be enough I'm sure
Love is all
the baller bitch, you all a bitch
My nigga's never call her bitch, we all be rich
[Fox] So $hort, what you mean?
[T$] I bet I be a poor girl's dream
More money
from distant Rome,
Rare "blue and white" Venetian finger-glasses,
Rich oriental rugs, luxurious sofa pillows,
And everything that isn't old, from
I'll make my mind up
When I see them at the Céili
To be a poor man's wife will be
A life of washin' dishes
When a rich man's wife will surely have
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
the memories regarding Nixon
Are a little scary
The girl with the strong arm threatens the Quakers
They all say she's mad y'know
The girl with the strong arm
my foot in the door
Turn my hood to the rich from the poor
For my little sisters I'm gone ride out
Anytime you hurt ya older brother I'm gone slide out
them mall splurging is romantic
Ten thousand flat, made it in a dice game
Pulling baby hair, call you by your nickname
Text da pilot, load up
Colors on the page
I drew a line to make it straight
The truth might hurt little
But Imma spill tell you anyway
Don't judge a book by its face
I'm
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I ain't gon' lie -
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most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
gonna do when you step in the door
Will the rich stay richer and
The poor stay poor
No
Ah shut up girl it ain't about you girl
It's all about me girl
really have everything, everything but love
I see diamonds, sables, sapphires and pearls
And as the picture clears
Poor little rich girl sitting all alone
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in
There she goes again walking by
Pampered nails, shoes so high
Knowing what she wants and what she likes
If you're not rich it's not worth a try
up I'm feelin' the heat ya
Rich getting rich
The poor getting poor
It ain't surprising we can't take no more
Something's rising and the heat goes up
up I'm feelin' the heat ya
Rich getting rich
The poor getting poor
It ain't surprising we can't take no more
Something's rising and the heat goes up
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