50 Cent 13 - Poor Lil' Rich Lyrics

I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing b____ get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all n____z y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my s___ bling blow
My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these n____z is on my d___
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon b__p my s___
See I'm alive man I really don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

I was a poor n____
Now I'm a rich n____
Getting paper now you can't tell me s___ n____
You can find me in the fo' dot six n____
In the backseat fondling ya b____ n____

New York n____z, c___y n____z like it's all good
f___ around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no f___ing bama
I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, n____z go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real b_____ man, the hood love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
C-O screaming shut the f___ up in the pen

I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my d___ game
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, d___ s___ changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man