Sha Money XL - Poor Lil Rich lyrics

[Produced by Sha Money XL] [Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie? My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing b**h get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty, it's only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things, y'all n***as y'all know my style Ma wrist bling bling, my sh** bling blow My pinky ring talk, it say "Fifty, I'm sick" That's why these n***as is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon' bump my sh** See I'm a liar, man, I really don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You tryna play me, Imma blaze ya then My cross cost more than the crib ya mamma raised ya in [Hook] I was a poor n***a, now I'm a rich n***a Getting paper now you can't tell me sh**, n***a You can find me in the fo' dot six, n***a In the backseat fondling ya b**h, n***a [Verse 2] New York n***as copy n***as 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 NY whoady, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, n***as go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out, I'm done My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad chump Don't make me hit ya up, these shells will split ya up I lay you down, the coroners will come and get ya up See 50 play for keeps and 50 stay with heat I can't go commercial, they love me in the street I'm real bloody, man, the hood love me, man Don't make me show up in ya crib like bruh man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing CO screaming shut the f** up in the pen [Hook] [Verse 3] 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'll tell ya I'm 'bout my dick-game But she don't know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn sh** changed These young boys, they done got they own work, man [Hook]