Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me my whip talk for me My gat talk for me blow 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 Ma 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 liar man I really don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You tryna play me Imma blaze ya then My cross cost more than the crib ya mamma raised ya in I was a poor 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 poor 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 Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer I ain't no fucking 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 roll out I'm done 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 for 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 CO screaming shut the fuck up in the pen I was a poor 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 poor 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'll tell ya I'm 'bout 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 poor 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 poor 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