Poor Lil Rich Nigga

(Verse 1)

I let my watch talk for me

My whip talk for me

My gat talk for me, Blaw what up homie

My watch saying " Hi shorty we can be friends"

My whip saying "Quit playing bitch get in"

My ear ring saying we can hit the mall together

Shorty it's only right that we ball together

I'm in to bigger things ya'll niggaz, ya'll know me style

Yo wrist bling, bling my shit bling blaw

My pinky ring talk it say " 50 i'm Sick"

That's why these niggaz is on my dick

Some hate me some love my hits

Flex my man he gone bump my shit

See I'm a lie man I really don't care

I tell the hoes what ever they wanna hear

You try to play me I'mma blaze it in

My cross cost more than crib yo mamma raised ya in

(Chours 2x)

I was a poor nigga

Know I'm a rich nigga

Gettin paper know you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in tha 4 dot 6 nigga

In tha back seat fondelling yo bitch nigga

(Verse 2)

New York niggaz copy niggaz like it's all good

Fuck around we crip walking in the wrong hood

I'm fresh up out the slamma

I aint no fucking bamma

I'm from N. Y. woddie, but I know Country Grammer

See me I get it crunk

Nigga go head and front

I go out up the trunk

Come back pull out and done

My money come in lumps

My pockets got the mumps

You see me sittin on dubs that's why you mad chump

Don't make me hit you up

These shells will split you up

I lay you down, yo coroners come and get cha' up

See 50 play for keeps

See 50 stay with heat

I can't go commercial, they love me in the street

I'm real gutta' man

The hood love me man

Don't make me show up in yo crib like Bra-Man

Locked up in the pin I still do my thang

C.0.'s screamin " Shut the fuck up in the pin"

(Chours 2x)

I'm in the benz on monday

The B M on Tuesday

Range on Wednesday

Thursday i'm in tha Hooptie

Porsche on friday

I do things my way

Viper or vette I tear up the high Way

You can ask shorty about my dick game

Cause she don't know me she only know me nick name

Left the hood and came back damn shit changed

These young boys they done got they own words man