[Intro: Rich P]
Yea, I mean
This is the type of track where I just start sh** talking and sh**
I mean, rumor has it
n***as is scared to do songs with me
I mean... I mean I would know why
Cause my bars is crazy
If you don't think so... Be the judge
LOOK!!
[Verse 1: Rich P]
I spend a lot when it come to time
We could spend bread but none of mine
Handle business over lunch and wine
So the cake stacked like Duncan Hines
Look at my watch, no time for hating
My turn n***a I been waiting
n***as like Rich you been hot
And I'm like not sh**, constipation
Nice around Mic's like Jacks and Tito
Every verse is crack a kilo
I don't know who G'd money
This city full of New Jack's and Nino's
I will have another gla** of Pino
n***as steam like a cappuccino
But n***as don't wanna bring beef to Harlem
Get whipped up top like a Frappuccino
Ain't nothing in this World fair
I'm getting mine while I'm on a tour
Pac said pour out a little liquor
So I'm gone leave Rémy on the floor
The fans said we need you signed
I told them n***as in due time
All my n***as c**aine free
Cause at the club we don't due lines n***a
[Interlude: Rich P]
Baby I said at the club, we c**aine free
Cause we don't do lines
That's some swag sh**
Real n***a sh**
Real n***as get it
Lame n***as don't,dumb n***as don't
LUXURY Rap you heard...
LOOK... Motherf**er... Proceed
[Verse 2: Rich P]
Got these b**hes open tho
My watch is like the ocean tho
n***as know that my sh** is hot
I just left the potty smoking hole
The top is where a n***a going tho
A n***a got this sh** emotion ho
n***as know I'm bout to blow
Like my cartridge is broken ho
Fashion speak this why I dress so hard
That's your b**h you better get your broad
Hoes will do anything to get your car
For a swipe b**hes ride like a metro card
Live for my n***as I couldn't be cheap
Spartan flow, I couldn't be weak
NyQuil rappers claiming the sick
But in the end y'all just put me to sleep
n***as swag so action packed
Next stop is a platinum Plaque
Aim that sh** at a n***a face
And turn that sh** to a apple jack
This sh** is locked, like a set of pliers
p**y wet she gotta get a drier
But them b**hes used to front
Now they scream for the god like they in a choir
[Closing: Rich P]
I said, they scream for the god like they in a choir
Fashion God, that would be... me
Rich P aka Richard Pharaoh
d**h to all you bum n***as
Bum rappers
And n***as who think they can rap
The fans seem to disagree
LOOK... and I'm gone...
b*tch!!!