All Music Lyrics Blog: 50 Cent - Poor lil' rich lyrics

bling blow My pinky ring talk it say "fifty I'm sick" That's why these niggaz is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon bump my shit See I'm a lie man I actually don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and bid me I'ma blaze it in My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in [Chorus] x2 I was a poor, nigga Now I'm a rich, nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit, nigga You can get me in the fo' dot six, nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch, nigga [Verse 2] New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good Fuck around be crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar (whoo) See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front I go pop 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 get me hit ya up, to settle this bitch up I lay you consume them coroners will descend and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay with heat I can't go commercial, they know me in the street I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man Don't do me show up in ya crib like bro-man Locked up in the pen, I even do my thang C.O. screaming shut the bed up in the pen [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3] I'm in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I rip up the highway Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game But she don't love me, she only know my nickname Left the punk and came back, damn shit changed These new boys, they done got they own work man [Chorus] x2