Rich Folk Lyrics

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Rich Folk Lyrics

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hey bro, i was talkin to one of my homeboys man,he was lookin at me i was lookin at him, befor i said anything he told me, plies dog, im tired of bein broke, i told him me to homie, i told him i wana live like da rich folks.

(chorse) x2
im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, i wana live like da rick folks,i want da house with da big boat, i wana wake up one mornin a got a 74,

(versus 1)
im tryin to stay hood but i aint tryin to die here, i need to be able to spend money with out fear, the kinda money i can bawl for da whole year, i wana crib so big i can dissapear, i want da marble floors with da hangin shandleirs, i need to be able to drink yak insted of beer, i dont want a deck behind my house i want a peir, i want a walk in closest, a closet full of gear, i wana be able to buy 4 new whips every year, and ;eave da t.v runnin dawg while i aint here, i aint gotta worry bout da bills cus da money der, i wana live like da rich folks up in here,
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(versus 2)
wen a nigga tell you he likes sellin dope hes a damn lie, cus if he did then hed sell dope for no price, we just willin to take chances and get by, aint like we like to do it, we gotta sell by,cus if you dont theres a good chance you goin to die, all we need is a lil money and we alright, cus most niggas just want a peice of the good life, the worst feelin is the shit you cant buy, whats filet mion when you aint got da money to try, all dat miracle shit dont work for my kind, one thing about us we like to shine, guess you shouldnt expect shit if you dont wana grind

(chorse)x2

(versus 3)

fuck hood rich, i wana be rich for real, i dont want no gun i want a million fuckin dollar bills, be in mind its brand new and sit it on da edge, walk into my sons room, and you cant tell if its mine or his, i want my son to be the first one wit a wheel, i want to sen my son to collage and pay it up for four years, let the streets be mad and tell em he anit real, the motherfuckers hate you when good is how you live, cus nine days broke is wat da streets call real, the same mother fuckers who cant pay there fuckin bills, take it from me bein broke, that aint trill, it feels even better bein worth a couple mil,

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