I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch Now do it, baby, do it, baby (Do it, do it) Do it, baby, do it (Yeah yeah) Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch

Posted on the corner like a trapper (uh) Why he move his hands all around like a rapper (uh) To the block—to—to—to—to—to the block Why he move his pants up and down like the scrapper (uh) My whole life I just wanted to be a rapper Then I grew'd and the

I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache gray I am the screen, the blinding light I'm the screen, I work at night Don't wake me with so much Receiving department, three A.M Staff cuts have socked up the overage Directives are

Woke up around a half past ten Can't believe that I'm late again Put down about a quart of caffeine To start my pulse and then I grabbed my jeans off the floor Then I hit the door Just the same old same It goes to show

Come on and let me hear your prayer I'm going down to the city, I got a home there Let me hear your hosanna Hey brother don't you sing so quiet, no I need a beacon to guide me through the night Oh let me hear your hosanna Oh my heart is tattered and my

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart

When you see me look, don't touch Keep your circle small, be careful who you trust They gon' love you when you down, not when you up Remember feeling broke as fuck But now I'm pulling up in Rover trucks (I'm pulling up in Rover Trucks now) Now she give

Don't fuck with my love I don't wanna know that, babe That heart is so cold All over my home I told her she knows Take aim and reload I met this girl late last year She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear" I told her, "I'm not really looking for

I said hold on, bro wait, I'ma be fine I just popped a bean yesterday, it was a long night I done did the right drugs, only on the wrong night I was rocking Off-White, tryna have a fun time She gon' eat like lunch time, molly got her on time Fuck niggas

Small talk, small talk Don't let them cry It's the way you sound The reason that you know yeah It's the way you get down I can tell you really are it Small talk how you doing there Small talk how you doing boy Small talk whatcha doing there