Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ 50 Cent - Poor lil rich ------------------------------------------ [Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing bitch get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty its only right that we ball together Im into bigger things yall niggaz yall know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow My pinky ring talk it say fifty Im sick Thats why these niggaz is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon bump my shit See Im alive man I really dont care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and play me Ima blaze it in My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in [Chorus: repeat 2x] I was a poor nigga Now Im a rich nigga Getting paper now you cant tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga [Verse 2] New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like its all good Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood Im fresh up out the slammer, I aint no fucking bama Im from the wild whody, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout Im done (yeah) My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, thats why u mad chump Dont make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat I cant go commercial, they love me in the street Im real bloody man, the hood love me man Dont make me show up in ya crib like bro-man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen [Chorus (2x)] Im in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday, Thursday Im in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game But she dont know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed These young boys, they done got they own work man [Chorus (2x)]