? Still dreamin? For a rich man, you still fiendin? Well I hope he got skills if you know what I mean Everything from oral sex, to cookin and cleanin Rich
Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to kill Hahaha, Old bitch ass n-gga, Abercrombie and Fitch ass n-gga, I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass
flick, where the white lady trips and falls And me and Famous escape with the millions, ha ha [Lil Ken] Two heavyweights from the Lone Star State And
Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to kill Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga, Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga, I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass
the Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to kill Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga, Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga, I talk rich shit because I'm a rich
feel? Respect my aim because I aim to kill Hahaha, Old bitch ass n-gga, Abercrombie and Fitch ass n-gga, I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass n-gga
the number man, hot like summerjam {Busta (Puff)} Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say) Oh shit, the bitch got up and
me when will come the flawless victory Where well live all in equality Oh yes tell me when will stop all the misery By making rich having less money Oh
, I'm in it for the truth Ain't about any gold or the ice Sneaks and close is just part of the hype MTV sucks big time Cribs and bling - get a real life
crank calls collect [*brrrrrrring, click*] "Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?" I wanna make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich
Up Dat Bitch (Woo}, Bitch I'm Young Black Ken (Woo), Young Based God Still Yelling Suck My Dick [x2] [Lil B:] Swaged up nigga and I came fuckin bitches
the name Lil Flip (that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah [Lil Flip] (on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and 'Face And
I empty this .9 and leave the board drippin'! [gunshot] Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin Ryu and Ken! (uh!) - Whoever you send - I'm a rip 'em! (
ruck wit luck As to rollin Because gansta blac cant get fucked Look fool we creepin on ken From martin luther and we wit me Aint nuttin but prophet and thugs And
is an asshole just like castro [Mack 10] Nigga, I spit Flames, Leave permanent scars Connect gang bang and we g's about ours And ain't shit changed, Still stripes and stars And
games And she don't care who she play wit' She do what she do And she gon' get what she gon' get She hit the strip club And she gon' make her money
[Verse 1:] Even... even if I don't have much to my name And through the ups and downs it come with faith in my life You pat me on the back and rub away
And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And