Rich Man Poor Man

I'm gettin' rich

Hey yo George, you ain't gotta be poor no more

Go ahead and splurge on movies at the porno store

Go ahead and buy yourself a new pair of sneakers

This motherfucking studio needs a new pair of speakers

Turn it up, my apartment is fucked up

Look at my furniture

I've been so broke and hungry that I would've murdered ya

Just for a coin, just for a bottle or a joint

Look at me now, I've got so many models on my groin

What's the point? I can only fuck one at a time

Maybe two at a time, fuck it, three at a time

Strip linguini and prime

Get it for free in your mind

Imagine the first time you ever see when you're blind (I can see!)

I couldn't imagine as a have-not having

I'm in a bad spot grabbing and I hope it really lasts this time

Out of the shitter cause I have worked like a dog

I have not been a quitter

Listen close to every word I utter

You can almost hear me rising right out of the gutter, the gutter

Rich man, poor man, now I got a sick scam

Spit man, spit man, poor man, rich man

Money don't buy you happiness, is that your advice? Thanks

It does when you're broke. Fuck bitches I like banks

Even Tyra, I really do admire her

But if she was working for me and losing me loot then I would fire her

Believe that, put your hands up where I can see that

Where's a paper fiend, where's the motherfucking greed at?

The white turns to green, green turns to white

So how many dollar bills we're gonna earn tonight?

The world spins but only money can turn your life around

They thought you were ugly before but bitches like you now

Like, "Hi. What's your name?"

My name is cocaine

They love hip hop and know Slaine

It's simple and so plain

Nymphos with no name drop bills with no change

It won't change, my mental's deranged and so strange

I know the real deal, I ain't no dummy

Cause nobody loves you when you're a nobody with no money

In this life all you've got is your balls and your cock

When they got Gucci shoes and big holes in your socks

Bitches hot with their hips, when I roll and I rock

Fuck authority and the cops patrolling the block

When I was a teen I had trouble controlling the schnapps

Now I'm twenty-seven and I pack heat, holding the glocks

I've got bloody knuckles from giving kids swollen up knots

I'm banned from the clubs but show up to the shows to bust shots

And this attitude isn't the one that paid me dummy

But when I knocked your ass out that's what made me money

I talk about it on the record and they say, "He's funny."

That's why I'm about to cake off as big as Jay-Z, sonny

You can count on Slaine to spit you something crazy, hunny

So all the hate and angry looks are all gravy for me

From when I started, they said this shit is impossible

Now I'm colossal, bet your bottom dollar on me, I got you