Poor Lil Rich

Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, blaow, what up, homie?
My watch saying "Hi shorty, we could be friends"
My whip saying "Quit playing, bitch, 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 niggas, y'all know my style
Your wrist "bling bling", my shit "bling blaow"
My pinky ring talk, it say "Fifty, I'm sick"
That's why these niggas is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man, he gon' bump my shit
See, I'm a liar, man, I really don't care (I don't care)
I tell the hoes whatever they wanna hear
You tryna play me, I'ma blaze you then
My cross cost more than the crib your mamma raised you in