Rich Man Poor Man Lyrics

I

Been a young throwed ass nigga

Cold ass nigga

About dough ass nigga

I ran it up

From the floor ass nigga

Spend alot of life

On go ass nigga

Used to be poor ass nigga

Now I'm rocking diamonds & the gold ass nigga

Got it right beside me let it blow ass nigga

Keep it on conciment for you hoe ass

Shit sad oh low ass nigga

Hustle all your life cant go ass nigga

Hating know you wrong

Nigga threw you a bone

Fucked around did the dope ass nigga

Slow ass joke ass broke ass nigga

I do not fuck with yo ass nigga

Mad

Hating ass

Keeping score ass nigga

Dontt call my phone

Im counting my digits

Yea

I dont wanna to chill

Id rather be rich

I dont wanna be lit

I'd rather be rich

Don't want to be around the fake love

I'd rather be rich

I rather be sitting with my bad bitch

Counting up

Oh yeah

I

Been swole knot ass nigga

Really from the block ass

Want alot ass nigga

Always kept it going

Never stop ass nigga

Do it for the fam

To the top ass nigga

Used to keep loud

Had to stop ass nigga

Bend the corner watching for the cop ass nigga

I be having dreams of me living like a king

Family dinner on a yacht ass nigga

Name whole weight Like a sock ass nigga

Back me in a corner ima pop ass nigga

Never turn just to earn for the guap ass nigga

Stand up from the top ass nigga

We ain't none alike you a op ass nigga

When shit get hard yall stop ass niggas

Don't call my phone

Just leave me alone

Im counting my digits

Yea yea

I dont wanna to chill

I'd rather be rich

I dont wanna be lit

I'd rather be rich

Dont want to be around the fake love

I'd rather be rich

I rather be sitting with my bad bitch

Counting up

Oh yea

Me and a bad bitch

Getting to the money oh yea

And I dont owe a nigga nothing

Nigga cut it up by my self

Some say I'm wrong then a bitch

Hit my phone issa a miss

Wasnt involved in the risk

I dont need no help dissolving chips

You was lost in the midst

Need something naw I ain't got shit

I stayed looking out for you niggas why

Now I'm counting with me

And myself and I

My nigga struggs

Say yall niggas wookie

Make a nigga nod his head with the uzi

Naw I ain't tryna fuck I'm cooling

You a broke bitch I cant touch you excuse me

Dont call my phone

Just leave me alone

Im counting my digits

Im fooling

I dont wanna to chill

I'd rather be rich

I dont wanna be lit

I'd rather be rich

Dont want to be around the fake love

I'd rather be rich

I rather be sitting with my bad bitch

Counting up