Instrumental
on the kid, i have you moarning like alonzo, Try me if you want to, i send my shooters pronto, I know u die, but hell i dont know where you gotta go,
kind, my sparkling wine Santana DVX make you wanna have sex I'm rich bitch, I'm having my chips Get laid all the time, by seventies chicks Won hella
Scarface ] Look at your face all frowned up The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round butt You're a rich nigga's worst mistake You
the ladies act crazy Cause thats just the way they brought up What they parents did, passes to the kid and so on and so on And shit, if they rich? then
They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get You can't afford the price, so why the hell would
Yo no lies When I was five I arrived in America Made it alive survived the hell of a trip kid I'm telling ya Sellin' the freedom town to put my feet on
set up I remember when the world went crazy Crack cocaine hit the streets in the '80s Right before the crack they was smokin' fat They called it 'Freebase' an' rich
or a weave? What you see is what you get If you don't like it, fuck you, bitch You look good, you hot as shit But you broke as hell and ain't got no
Hell, yeah We got Ant Banks in the house Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house And I am the forever lastin
your reject rap attack You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack And since Banks said he can't have no more funk (Hell naw) Get in where you fit
the Oak ain't no love, $hort" I knew right then I couldn't sell that coke When I was young, it was hard to tell If I grow up and be rich as hell See,
today, coz they got nowhere to go, and nowhere to play,like the kid in the classroom shouting out right answers, the kid like being heard, and the kid
then call my boyfriend Gabe and see if he ate Spit out my Bubbalicious and get to one of them big fridges that could fit 10 midgets Damn they're rich
hella dirty but the dozen can fix it Resist and the biscuit will exceed the distance And bounce off one's home hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone
And I was waving it at everybody screamin' "I suck" I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd And yell out loud "All of y'all get the hell out now" Fuck
way around Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah! A castle in the sky, one mile high Built to shelter the rich
I love you my nigga, Happy New Year's! Fuck that, let's get this paper! [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking How the hell do