una mastercard, con lui porti la maschera, per anni nei locali in vetrina come ad Amsterdam rich girl con i soldi del bacucco, bitch girl anche da vestita a lutto [rit] You're a rich girl
niggaz cough up blood for two days Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz' Rather bounce with a short chicken head in blue shades 'Til the day I'm rich
all times Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides Keep our guns by our sides at all times Detroit, we just fly Click, click, blaow Click, click, blaow Click, click
If you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) Yung Joc: Ill get your mind off ties Cause the hustla don't stop If your girl
me Light your lye, get high with me Raise your glasses Yo, blesses to the young ones trapped in the world Never hate the next man that be tappin' your girl
flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels Organized rhymes we make the girls realize We humiliate niggas like a small dick size Now you wanna click
, get high with me Raise your glasses Verse 1: AZ Yo, blesses to the young ones trapped in the world Never hate the next man that be tappin your girl
his life is the price that the snitch pay but its polital my paper sprowtin my girl get upset I don't take her out n my choice of occupation make her doubting ill
tell me when to go like my name E-40 A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40 Ill pour dem in your hand
ll be ya man I like jazzy girls And classy girls You know I'm rich so don't ask me girl Sometimes the nice girl can be the nasty girl Im a freak
em up I murder ducks who never heard of ruck plus My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh) Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam
All up in the casino, Watch ya' luck run out, Cuz you cant get enuff of it The poor stay poor the rich keep gettin richer, Cuz they cant get enuff of
you bout it I dont doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) Yung Joc: Ill get your mind off ties Cause the hustla don't stop If your girl don
Piece Go You Dnt Go S.S.S.S Click On My Hand Hand Tatted Up Racks On Da Vus Racks On Da Bus Call Me L Imma Call You Girl Come On Girls Ill Rock Your
old goat clicked onto the stage Sung one song and the crowd was amazed Chorus: The goat, come on, goat, come on Goat, come on, goat, everybody! (2x) Sam made riches Sam made girls
