Rich
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
Stacks in the draws. Stack, stacks in the draws
Cash so heavy gonna break through the floors
Looking little green but we ain't no flaws
Till my death, break the bank yeah you know what you saw
Got bags for the whores. Bag, bags for the whores
Cocaine dealer gonna wait in the halls
Keep a bitch happy she'll be begging for more
But you know that I won't let her live in the mall
Got cans all for show. Can, cans all for show
Money make her loosen her panties and bra
Price tag up gotta see what's in store
Let it rain coz you know that I pamper a hoe
We blazing for war. Bla, blazing the door
Always keeping a hand on my four
You know that my gun got a place in your jaw
Make the wrong move fucker spray your brains on the wall
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
You only fuck with designer, your fashion statement's a car
Get the silencer, eye in the scope - kill from afar
Got some flashy accountants who deal with cash that's abroad
For your life away from shackles, uh, that's the charge
Eating caviar, gold platted lobster
You a mobster? A monster who can't be touched
Your life? Can't be rushed
Can you trust a dagger in your back
When your closest attack when push comes to shove
If you catch my drift, I got a shovel for your problems
Not acting swiftly, not too many options
Fucking around don't give a care what your doc said
Oh shit, your luck's ended
I meant to say you're bullet proof, defying all odds
As hard as iron and steel
Okay, I'm done lying. It's time to get real
You a rich motherfucker like Jerome Kerviel - bitch
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
Stacks in the draws. Stack, stacks in the draws
Cash so heavy gonna break through the floors
Looking little green but we ain't no flaws
Till my death, break the bank yeah you know what you saw
Got bags for the whores. Bag, bags for the whores
Cocaine dealer gonna wait in the halls
Keep a bitch happy she'll be begging for more
But you know that I won't let her live in the mall
Got cans all for show. Can, cans all for show
Money make her loosen her panties and bra
Price tag up gotta see what's in store
Let it rain coz you know that I pamper a hoe
We blazing for war. Bla, blazing the door
Always keeping a hand on my four
You know that my gun got a place in your jaw
Make the wrong move fucker spray your brains on the wall
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
You only fuck with designer, your fashion statement's a car
Get the silencer, eye in the scope - kill from afar
Got some flashy accountants who deal with cash that's abroad
For your life away from shackles, uh, that's the charge
Eating caviar, gold platted lobster
You a mobster? A monster who can't be touched
Your life? Can't be rushed
Can you trust a dagger in your back
When your closest attack when push comes to shove
If you catch my drift, I got a shovel for your problems
Not acting swiftly, not too many options
Fucking around don't give a care what your doc said
Oh shit, your luck's ended
I meant to say you're bullet proof, defying all odds
As hard as iron and steel
Okay, I'm done lying. It's time to get real
You a rich motherfucker like Jerome Kerviel - bitch
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Rich motherfucker. Rich, rich motherfucker
Everyone know I'm a rich motherfucker
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Writer(s): Ilker Cokcetin
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