: (feat. Rich Boy) [Chorus:] We got em goin down for the count Lookin down at the ground That's why we got hataz That's why we got hataz Hataz everywhere
Young Buck) [50 Cent Chorus] I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you
mean The ones I know were racist then But that's all in the past Excuse my not believing you It's happened much too fast Little rich working class oi boy
s all in the past Excuse my not believing you It's happened much too fast Little rich working class oi boy Little rich working class oi boy Little rich working class oi boy
: Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone You wish that they hadn?t, you don?t wanna be alone But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their
rich girl, rich girl Shes a rich girl, rich girl (repeat) Soulja Boy tell' em Aye yo Aye yo Aye yo Shes a rich girl Shes a rich girl Shes a rich girl
kno, how dez diamonds got these groupie fallin, nah Fake ballaz need to set yo mah fo put yo money, ah Look here boy i aint stupid i kno they cubin
Shit, we tryna get it for real Oh, Rich Boy, you niggas better get focused Get money, muthafucka, get money, muthafucka Let me take ya through my hood
you dont love me, you jus fuck me, take my money, dis aint funny, take ya chances, for dis paper, mutha fuck dem, hoe's nd haterz, you dont love me, you
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
Throw Some D's On dat Bitch Just Bought A Cadillac Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch Just Bought A Cadillac [Verse 1: Rich Boy] Rich Boy Sellin' crack fuck
[chorus1] kanye got stacks yall already kno that louis that gucci this just got a model chick (throw some d's on that bitch) just got a stripper chick
the boy that ya wanna be Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83 Ridin' with no tints so the mothafucka know it's me Rich Boy sellin' crack broke
Good things don't last forever, baby There's something 'bout you girl that drives me crazy Ain't no if's and but's or maybe's You will always be my friend
Ayy tell the waitress imma need a hundred fuckin bottles. Tonight we standin on the couch, we here standin on the couch, we here standin on the couch
I told my bitch to go an make the nigger... ...the bitches going wild, ...low profile, Suicide on my wrestle ... I'll put it in your face, bitch, ... Chorus: ...boy
[1] Yeah Ay, Apoligizin to ya haters fogive me im sorry, For disrepecting everybody en drivin ferrari's, Ballas in pradas all the bitches be up in my
