my lambo do bout 280 I sellin heard you tellin thought you killin while you stealin Thought you dealin while you chillin you ain't ballin with a million God made me super rich
of gold, to show Uptown soul Plug hoes And make more money independently than a major nigga done went gold I got a million dollar gang wit a 2 million
did this?" Me I run the street mayne, so I keep the heat mayne Sews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayne I don't fuck around boy; you better ask around boy
hundred thousand on the slab Spent a million on my jewels and a million on my 'llac Three million in the bank, fo' million in property That's nine million
em with no problem and it's nothing Told her I'm a stunt, I can get you out that Honda 9 millie, 40 cal, 4 5 dumper For them niggas hating when a young
(Never met a boy like you in my life) We Liiiive...ladiesss (I know you gon' see my Coupe fly by) We Liiiive...ladiesss (Never met a boy like you in
: Uh, uh huh Bad boy, Queen Bee c'mon, c'mon Verse One: Kim If I could make it rain, I'd make it rain diamonds So all the girls in the world could
of cash Keep a strap on me, a mill' on the tab Priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat Junior doing time, kicking up his feet A mill'
that's a brick boy I got a lick grab them thangs lets get rich boy Pitbull chillin Rich boy chillin What more can I say let's get millions [Chorus] (Rich Boy
Intro: Mase Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You
nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick (Bad Boy
't leave On the road to riches and diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches
million dolla car straight hood nigga feelin like a fuckin star Drank cognac smellin like the fuckin bar from the looks of the watch he must be sellin boy
a model Bitch, I'm a model, called a photographer Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot, partner Bitch, I'm a model, millionaire posture Jewelry cost me over one million
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
, niggaz ain't stoppin' me And we can't lose 'cuz Puff set us up properly Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us We be in the 5 with the goose
everyday, and I still can't read I count money like a champ, now ask me Why everyday does the task force jack me The story's been told one million times About a boy
me up in that mutha fucka kick it, (wit who?) Dave Perity an Jean Claude Van Damme, Yuk, you ain't tryin to see me boy, (boy) yo nigga Numskull be
