Rich Niggaz
Yeah
Aye oh, aye, aye oh
Aye oh, aye, aye oh
Yeah
Yo, I hate rich niggas, God damn it
'Cause I ain't never had a lot damn it
Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top damn it
Or maybe that's daddy money
Escalator no ladder money
Escalade, new Caddy money
Worst fear going broke 'cause I'm bad with money
Crooked smile, nigga, momma never had the money damn
I ain't trippin'
Nigga Jordan I ain't Pippen
Yeah, up the steps I ain't slippin'
Tears blood sweat I ain't crippin'
Here's a song you can sing along with when you down
On some let you know you ain't alone shit
When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job
Delivering pizzas, you think she out there getting robbed
Please God watch her I know how niggas do
Not a cracker, but a nigga through & through
Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops
How he was a dog now look at you
I ain't bad as that nigga
Plus dawg I'm a grown man now
I ain't mad at that nigga
But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass
I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga
Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke
Refund checks used that to float
Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac
On crack used that to cope
Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat
Could've drowned but I grabbed the rope
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Say what
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your life
You got what I want (You got what I want)
I got what you need (I got what you need)
How much for your soul (How much for your soul)
You got what I want (You got what I want)
I got what you need (I got what you need)
How much for your life
Aye oh, aye, aye oh
Aye oh, aye, aye oh
Yeah
Yo, I hate rich niggas, God damn it
'Cause I ain't never had a lot damn it
Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top damn it
Or maybe that's daddy money
Escalator no ladder money
Escalade, new Caddy money
Worst fear going broke 'cause I'm bad with money
Crooked smile, nigga, momma never had the money damn
I ain't trippin'
Nigga Jordan I ain't Pippen
Yeah, up the steps I ain't slippin'
Tears blood sweat I ain't crippin'
Here's a song you can sing along with when you down
On some let you know you ain't alone shit
When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job
Delivering pizzas, you think she out there getting robbed
Please God watch her I know how niggas do
Not a cracker, but a nigga through & through
Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops
How he was a dog now look at you
I ain't bad as that nigga
Plus dawg I'm a grown man now
I ain't mad at that nigga
But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass
I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga
Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke
Refund checks used that to float
Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac
On crack used that to cope
Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat
Could've drowned but I grabbed the rope
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Say what
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your life
You got what I want (You got what I want)
I got what you need (I got what you need)
How much for your soul (How much for your soul)
You got what I want (You got what I want)
I got what you need (I got what you need)
How much for your life
Credits
Writer(s): Christophe Hetier, Stephan Armin Haeri, Fabrice Regis Robert Dumont, Michael Anthony Giffts, Deborah Ann Anderson, Jermaine L. Cole, Ronald Eugene Gilmore, Cedric Brown
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