strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper These niggaz is haters and they smilin in my face Tappin like they need a gig, tryna get your boy erased I hear
all up in my face And it just ain't safe, it just ain't safe safe I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war Boy, boy, I seek and destroy any nigga
to a photo shoot, partner Bitch, I'm a model, millionaire posture Jewelry cost me over one million dollars Bitch, I'm a model, G Q starter Everything I do watch these other
the oven mitt I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy! Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm workin I got the party goin
last person that makes you first Sometimes you'll keep what you don't want And other times you'll give away what you really need Sometimes a rich man
After bein' 25, you know, just trying to survive in the world 'Bout to have a little boy or baby girl, who knows? Anyway, just when you start getting'
wetter than Michael Phelps But you'll be swimmin' with the fishes Softer than bitches washin' dishes Fool, what's the business? I'm already rich, so
your lady if you wanna hit the club boy i got ya or stay at home and make love boy i got ya you know that i'll do all the things that others won't do
hits like back to back. yall cute and shit yall try to rap. get stupid shit how you tryna act? im stupid rich no platinum plats. im nigga rich, boy whatchu
buy you a new life Yes I will Yes I know all about that other guy The handsome man with athletic thighs I know all about the times before With that obsessive little rich boy
Bitch give me head on the first date, what a fan Three best MC's I think on the other hand Stand like an officer not a gentleman Niggaz get rich off of
Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a shame I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich P to the B see,
warnin' at? Been in St. Louis all my life, ain't seen a farmer yet Back in 1993 (Was when a school boy decided to be an MC) See some said no, others
m gettin' head from the Mexican dime bitches Them niggas mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches Ayyo I'm Murphy Lee the school boy a civilized jew boy
a bitch I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that shit School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich
at? Where the bitches at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Y'all niggas always talkin' bad about a breezy Talkin' 'bout that young-ass, rich
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
just tell me the price 'Cause Short Dog ain't nuttin nice I always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then Rich nigga