(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
can tell he's drippin' dollars (A)so of course, i have to holler... (chorus) 2x (M)hey hey rich boy look my way! (A)hey hey rich boy make my day! (D)hey hey boy
Now ya 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
(feat. John Legend, Lil' Wayne & Nas) [Rich Boy:] Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting
niggaz!! yall know yall missed dis (Zone 4) Get Money!!(get money!!)New Money(new money!!!) dis whatchu been waitin' on!!!!!!!!(hey!!!!!) [Chorus x2: Rich Boy] Rich Boy
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!) [Verse 1: Rich Boy] Rich Boy Sellin Crack
grab them thangs, let's get Rich, Boy Pitbull chillin' Rich Boy chillin' What more can I say, let's get millions [Hook: Rich Boy] Now when them boys
a rich girl Rich girl Shes a rich girl (soulja boy tell em) Rich girl Aye oh Aye oh Aye oh Ooooh, yeah, oh She's my rich girl She's my rich girl She'
back of my neck right up to my ear she would have me to herself she didnt want nobody else but i... see that was at the time (until) i see her kissing some other
our backs We cant accept each other and thats a matter of fact And doctor who do you shoot Youths or one boy Ever since the day youve seen the rich
bind marijuana. Check me bound, and some turn bull panic . Back in the days. I’m off the drugs like a sonna. Nigga pushin ! boy. kill emselves like no other
s murda, murda, murda Yeah it's murda, murda murda Somebody tell em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire:] Stop lying to me boy
never say I'm chillin Look how I get on the stage, ready to play the rhythm While you repeating my words, huh plagiarism A Rich Boy had to Throw Some
[Chamillionaire] Industry is saying that boy got skills And the streets is saying that boy so real Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill'? Always give
They don’t teach you this in school But see this world is a fool Of you ain’t rich you just a slave And you’ll be used as a tool The other side of money
start climbing But it wasn’t fast enough I guess So you gave your other style a test You was hardcore hip-hop Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-
Ahh Mrs Jooti im pleased to tell you that you have given birth to a healthy baby boy.What are you going to call him? Ummm i tink i am going to call
