Rich Niggaz

Ayo, ayo, ayo, ah, ayo, ah
 Ayo, ayo, ayo, ah
 Yeah
 I hate rich niggas goddammit
 'Cause I ain't never had a lot, dammit
 Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
 Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit
 Or maybe that's daddy money, escalator no ladder money
 Escalade, new caddy money
 Worst fear going broke 'cause I'm bad with money
 Crooked smile nigga momma never had the money damn
 I ain't trippin'
 A nigga Jordan, I ain't Pippen yeah
 Up the steps, I ain't slippin'
 Tears, blood, sweat and I ain't crippin', here's
 A song you can sing along with when you down
 On some let you know you ain't alone shit
 When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job
 Delivering pizzas you think she out here getting robbed
 Please God watch her I know how niggas do
 Half cracker but a nigga too
 Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops
 How he was a dog, now look at you
 I ain't bad as that nigga plus dawg I'm a grown man now
 I ain't mad at that nigga
 But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass
 I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga
 Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke
 Refund check she used that to float
 Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac
 On crack use that to cope
 Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
 Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
 Try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat
 Could've drowned, but I grabbed the rope
 And there go you
 And there go you
 And there go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 And there go you
 And there go you
 And there go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 Sing
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 I hate rich niggas goddammit
 'Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit
 Niggas can't front on the flows you got
 But every fucking verse how much dough you got
 Homie, don't quit now, hear my shit and tried to switch now
 Know you felt the shit just now, know you felt the shit just now
 Ain't there more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you?
 I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
 Fuck it more to you, saw through you
 And it made me ashamed that I played the game
 Not for more money like Damon Wayans
 Wanted the respect but it came with fame
 I just wanted love but this ain't the same
 I took a train down memory lane
 And watched little Jermaine do his thing before he made a name
 It's like Sony signed Basquiat
 He gave it all he got, and now the nigga don't paint the same, damn
 I guess he can't complain
 All the money that be raining in
 Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
 Thinking old school niggas like Dana Dane
 Probably kill for another claim to fame, my brain the same
 Yeah, nigga, at least he ain't insane
 At least he ain't insane
 You ain't crazy, motherfucker, you're just afraid of change
 That's new, maybe that's true
 But listen here I got a bigger fear
 Of one day that I become you
 And I become lost and I become heartless
 And numb from all the Ménages
 Just one bitch don't feel the same no more
 And Henny don't really kill the pain no more
 Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
 'Cause I can't maintain no more
 Tad bit extreme I know
 Money can't save your soul
 But there go you
 And there go you
 There go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 And there go you
 And there go you
 And there go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 Sing
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 ♪
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 
 Ayo, ayo, ayo, ah, ayo, ah
 Ayo, ayo, ayo, ah
 Yeah
 I hate rich niggas goddammit
 'Cause I ain't never had a lot, dammit
 Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
 Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit
 Or maybe that's daddy money, escalator no ladder money
 Escalade, new caddy money
 Worst fear going broke 'cause I'm bad with money
 Crooked smile nigga momma never had the money damn
 I ain't trippin'
 A nigga Jordan, I ain't Pippen yeah
 Up the steps, I ain't slippin'
 Tears, blood, sweat and I ain't crippin', here's
 A song you can sing along with when you down
 On some let you know you ain't alone shit
 When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job
 Delivering pizzas you think she out here getting robbed
 Please God watch her I know how niggas do
 Half cracker but a nigga too
 Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops
 How he was a dog, now look at you
 I ain't bad as that nigga plus dawg I'm a grown man now
 I ain't mad at that nigga
 But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass
 I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga
 Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke
 Refund check she used that to float
 Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac
 On crack use that to cope
 Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
 Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
 Try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat
 Could've drowned, but I grabbed the rope
 And there go you
 And there go you
 And there go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 And there go you
 And there go you
 And there go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 Sing
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 I hate rich niggas goddammit
 'Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit
 Niggas can't front on the flows you got
 But every fucking verse how much dough you got
 Homie, don't quit now, hear my shit and tried to switch now
 Know you felt the shit just now, know you felt the shit just now
 Ain't there more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you?
 I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
 Fuck it more to you, saw through you
 And it made me ashamed that I played the game
 Not for more money like Damon Wayans
 Wanted the respect but it came with fame
 I just wanted love but this ain't the same
 I took a train down memory lane
 And watched little Jermaine do his thing before he made a name
 It's like Sony signed Basquiat
 He gave it all he got, and now the nigga don't paint the same, damn
 I guess he can't complain
 All the money that be raining in
 Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
 Thinking old school niggas like Dana Dane
 Probably kill for another claim to fame, my brain the same
 Yeah, nigga, at least he ain't insane
 At least he ain't insane
 You ain't crazy, motherfucker, you're just afraid of change
 That's new, maybe that's true
 But listen here I got a bigger fear
 Of one day that I become you
 And I become lost and I become heartless
 And numb from all the Ménages
 Just one bitch don't feel the same no more
 And Henny don't really kill the pain no more
 Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
 'Cause I can't maintain no more
 Tad bit extreme I know
 Money can't save your soul
 But there go you
 And there go you
 There go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 And there go you
 And there go you
 And there go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 Sing
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 ♪
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 
 Ayo, ayo, ayo, ah, ayo, ah
 Ayo, ayo, ayo, ah
 Yeah
 I hate rich niggas goddammit
 'Cause I ain't never had a lot, dammit
 Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
 Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit
 Or maybe that's daddy money, escalator no ladder money
 Escalade, new caddy money
 Worst fear going broke 'cause I'm bad with money
 Crooked smile nigga momma never had the money damn
 I ain't trippin'
 A nigga Jordan, I ain't Pippen yeah
 Up the steps, I ain't slippin'
 Tears, blood, sweat and I ain't crippin', here's
 A song you can sing along with when you down
 On some let you know you ain't alone shit
 When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job
 Delivering pizzas you think she out here getting robbed
 Please God watch her I know how niggas do
 Half cracker but a nigga too
 Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops
 How he was a dog, now look at you
 I ain't bad as that nigga plus dawg I'm a grown man now
 I ain't mad at that nigga
 But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass
 I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga
 Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke
 Refund check she used that to float
 Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac
 On crack use that to cope
 Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
 Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
 Try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat
 Could've drowned, but I grabbed the rope
 And there go you
 And there go you
 And there go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 And there go you
 And there go you
 And there go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 Sing
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 I hate rich niggas goddammit
 'Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit
 Niggas can't front on the flows you got
 But every fucking verse how much dough you got
 Homie, don't quit now, hear my shit and tried to switch now
 Know you felt the shit just now, know you felt the shit just now
 Ain't there more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you?
 I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
 Fuck it more to you, saw through you
 And it made me ashamed that I played the game
 Not for more money like Damon Wayans
 Wanted the respect but it came with fame
 I just wanted love but this ain't the same
 I took a train down memory lane
 And watched little Jermaine do his thing before he made a name
 It's like Sony signed Basquiat
 He gave it all he got, and now the nigga don't paint the same, damn
 I guess he can't complain
 All the money that be raining in
 Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
 Thinking old school niggas like Dana Dane
 Probably kill for another claim to fame, my brain the same
 Yeah, nigga, at least he ain't insane
 At least he ain't insane
 You ain't crazy, motherfucker, you're just afraid of change
 That's new, maybe that's true
 But listen here I got a bigger fear
 Of one day that I become you
 And I become lost and I become heartless
 And numb from all the Ménages
 Just one bitch don't feel the same no more
 And Henny don't really kill the pain no more
 Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
 'Cause I can't maintain no more
 Tad bit extreme I know
 Money can't save your soul
 But there go you
 And there go you
 There go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 And there go you
 And there go you
 And there go you
 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
 Sing
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 You got what I want
 I got what you need
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna
 ♪
 How much for your soul Anna
 How much for your soul Anna