Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me my whip talk for me

My gat talk for me BOW What up homie

My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends

My whip saying quit playing bitch get in

My earring saying we can hit the mall together

Shorty it's only right that we ball together

I'm into bigger things y'all niggas y'all know my style

Ya wrist bling bling my shit bling blow

My pinky ring talk it say "Fifty I'm sick "

That's why these niggas is on my dick

Some hate me some love my hits

Flex my man he gon bump my shit

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

I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear

You try and play me I'mma blaze it in

My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

I was a po' nigga now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a po' nigga now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

New York niggas copy niggas like it's all good

F**k around we crip-walking in the wrong hood

I'm fresh up out the slammer I ain't no f**king bama

I'm from NY whoady but I know country grammar

See me I get it crunk niggas go head and front

I go up out the trunk come back rollout I'm done (yeah)

My money come in lumps my pockets got the mumps

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

Don't make me hit ya up these shells will split ya up

I lay you down the coroners will come and get ya up

See 50 play fa keeps and 50 stay with heat

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

I'm real bloody man the hood love me man

Don't make me show up in ya crib like bruh man

Locked up in a pen I still do my thing

C-O screaming shut the f**k up in the pen

I was a po' nigga now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a po' nigga now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I'm in the Benz on Monday the BM on Tuesday

Range on Wednesday Thursday I'm in the hooptay

Porsche on Friday I do things my way

Vipe or Vette I tear up the highway

Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game

But she don't know me she only know my nickname

Left the hood and came back damn shit changed

These young boys they done got they own work man

I was a po' nigga now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a po' nigga now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga