Stimp C - Rich lyrics
Intro: Let em all talk Verse: Being born broke was the worst thing that happened to me I'd never lie about it I hate every word that these n***as rap on a beat They always rhyme about it Talking about paper How they bank accounts got raised to just hit the club and get the roof raised up Blow three racks on a stripper then make the three racks back with a verse that they laid bruh n***a what? Blow a rack on the watch yall getting? Last year you was on the block, all steady moving rocks, yall petty How you forgot already? You know what I'd do just to hold the cheddar? But Cole gon say being broke was better And don't get me wrong, I love Love Yourz But it's easy to forget when you just run tours I can't make payments for college But if I can't pay, then I'll never make cake cause the dollars only follow a degree In a system where your school is not just for free Cause if you don't make 8k, it's nada And you back just to the mob on the streets And then nobody tryna give you a job Talking about "You should've got a college degree" My girl no longer at college with me All cause she didn't have the paper And 8 years later there's still rich kids here switching to their 6th freaking major I hate rich n***as Not some of em, all em We say "Money over all," it appalls em And I hate rappers, mo money mo problems? I got 99 & money could solve all em Hook I wish I was rich God I wish I was rich I ain't never been rich But if you went broke, I bet your whole perspective would switch I wish I was rich Yo, stop telling me money can't buy you happiness "I'd rather have love than money" I don't have either Yeah Verse 2 They say money is the root of all evil It can't buy happiness, preacher? But guess what, if it's a cost on it I can't afford happiness either But I'd rather try that than this Wondering what'll happen next Sleeping on a broken matteress A n***a robbed us, all he took was CD's & a DVD player cause it wasn't no cash in this house we in And 10 in my bank account And college just made it all worse, school made it all hurt Now all I can think about is maybe one run up Could lead to a come up And then permanently put the gun up I'm awake till the sun up Go to a job that I hate then get back to cla** Somebody please tell me what's the odds making it as a rapper With a fallback as an actor Or law school, just in case it ain't working out, becomes something I pursue after Cause no money means no time Got 4 years, no breaks, world rotates & my own fear Keeps me awake while my suitemates sleep wait Oh yeah, I'm outta control here I'm hesitating There's so few chances in entertainment that the rest are chasing If hip hop dies with no respiration We all stuck dead in place & we can't make ends Lost, high seas will adjust to break it Never might see all the stuff we praising So many try & fail I might not be naive enough to make it Hook Refrain: Daisy I saw you in a daydream Look how crazy you make me You're so awful (I) want you Want you, Daisy I saw you in a daydream Look how crazy you make me