Poor Mans Rich
Yeah yeah you know what it is
It's ya boy Casino Costa
From T.Dot to Abruzzo
Italy wuddup
Nyeah
Nyeah money makes quite man loud
Money make a fake nigga proud
Money makes jack boys run up in your house
Money buys you shit you never thought you could afford
Money turns that hate'n ass bitch into a whore
Money buys you keys and keys open doors
Money took you out that Ford and put you in a Porsche
Yes money gets you more
If you think money makes you rich
Then I guess that means you poor
Nyeah stack'n and flippin
Be back in a minute
I'm actually in it
The hustle is different
Tunnel my vision I man on a mission
I clash with the system where black is the reason they killed him
And they get acquitted
I see with the vision of Vision from Marvel
This isn't a cartoon
When you die there isn't a part two
The streets will rip you apart and turn you to shark food
Apart of the progress the pain in the process
My patience's as thin as a contact
I'm ready for combat
killing the men that are killing my comrades
They gave us this hate I'm giving it all back
My business is all black like them Aussie boys
We them corner boys
That got fiends doing lines like corduroy
They gave you less that what you bargained for
And when you ask for the rest
They ask you what you want it for
This stolen land is probably yours
But you won't get it
Cause you don't get it
Gotta stop the white dependence
Finds some independence
Black people need an intervention
Too much ill intention
For greatness we are destined
Let's get it
Money makes quite man loud
Money make a fake nigga proud
Money makes jack boys run up in your house
Money buys you shit you never thought you could afford
Money turns that hate'n ass bitch into a whore
Money buys you keys and keys open doors
Money took you out that Ford and put you in a Porsche
Yes money gets you more
If you think money makes you rich
Then I guess that means you poor
It's the dark skin Gaddafi with dreams of a dinar
Bernard Hopkins in his prime
Optimus Prime on his slime
It's death before dishonor
Choose dishonor and die
Cause mandatory masks make it easy to slide
I'm in the streets where black mothers can't get peace of mind
You sleep at night I bleach at night like Vybez skin
My mic is my viking axe I can't relax
I got work to move
Seven acres in Indica hitting like Parnell Whitaker
Win in the first round
Man down can't get up
Head shot when it bus
Keep your tings tucked
Cause bestfriends will turn to hater
When they see your tings up
Distrust think nuff too much
In the clutch I'm the one taking the shot
Kobe with the J's how I handle the rock
Floater in the paint how soft is the touch
Euro step on the sniff
Steph curry the cut
You want white I got Milwaukee
If you hand me the bucks
Money makes quite man loud
Money make a fake nigga proud
Money makes jack boys run up in your house
Money buys you shit you never thought you could afford
Money turns that hate'n ass bitch into a whore
Money buys you keys and keys open doors
Money took you out that Ford and put you in a Porsche
Yes money gets you more
If you think money makes you rich
Then I guess that means you poor
It's ya boy Casino Costa
From T.Dot to Abruzzo
Italy wuddup
Nyeah
Nyeah money makes quite man loud
Money make a fake nigga proud
Money makes jack boys run up in your house
Money buys you shit you never thought you could afford
Money turns that hate'n ass bitch into a whore
Money buys you keys and keys open doors
Money took you out that Ford and put you in a Porsche
Yes money gets you more
If you think money makes you rich
Then I guess that means you poor
Nyeah stack'n and flippin
Be back in a minute
I'm actually in it
The hustle is different
Tunnel my vision I man on a mission
I clash with the system where black is the reason they killed him
And they get acquitted
I see with the vision of Vision from Marvel
This isn't a cartoon
When you die there isn't a part two
The streets will rip you apart and turn you to shark food
Apart of the progress the pain in the process
My patience's as thin as a contact
I'm ready for combat
killing the men that are killing my comrades
They gave us this hate I'm giving it all back
My business is all black like them Aussie boys
We them corner boys
That got fiends doing lines like corduroy
They gave you less that what you bargained for
And when you ask for the rest
They ask you what you want it for
This stolen land is probably yours
But you won't get it
Cause you don't get it
Gotta stop the white dependence
Finds some independence
Black people need an intervention
Too much ill intention
For greatness we are destined
Let's get it
Money makes quite man loud
Money make a fake nigga proud
Money makes jack boys run up in your house
Money buys you shit you never thought you could afford
Money turns that hate'n ass bitch into a whore
Money buys you keys and keys open doors
Money took you out that Ford and put you in a Porsche
Yes money gets you more
If you think money makes you rich
Then I guess that means you poor
It's the dark skin Gaddafi with dreams of a dinar
Bernard Hopkins in his prime
Optimus Prime on his slime
It's death before dishonor
Choose dishonor and die
Cause mandatory masks make it easy to slide
I'm in the streets where black mothers can't get peace of mind
You sleep at night I bleach at night like Vybez skin
My mic is my viking axe I can't relax
I got work to move
Seven acres in Indica hitting like Parnell Whitaker
Win in the first round
Man down can't get up
Head shot when it bus
Keep your tings tucked
Cause bestfriends will turn to hater
When they see your tings up
Distrust think nuff too much
In the clutch I'm the one taking the shot
Kobe with the J's how I handle the rock
Floater in the paint how soft is the touch
Euro step on the sniff
Steph curry the cut
You want white I got Milwaukee
If you hand me the bucks
Money makes quite man loud
Money make a fake nigga proud
Money makes jack boys run up in your house
Money buys you shit you never thought you could afford
Money turns that hate'n ass bitch into a whore
Money buys you keys and keys open doors
Money took you out that Ford and put you in a Porsche
Yes money gets you more
If you think money makes you rich
Then I guess that means you poor
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Writer(s): Samuel Dacosta
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