"Rich Kids" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
I talk a lot of shit 'cause I can back it up
Four girls in the Porsche, I had 'em lappin' up
Everythin' real solid, on the up and up
If I let you in, keep it on the hush-hush
Everybody want a piece of Dom
'Til they see they can't get nothin' from me, and I'm only chasin' money
I feel closer to God, and right now he talkin' to me
Sayin' they didn't wanna listen
Me, I went the distance
Box with myself, and lock with myself
Look in the mirror, these people can't help
Gotta stay stong, believe in yourself, yeah
Think positive and get it back, ten four
Never fall, it takes one to know one, that's the code
Break the mode, give and go
Rob the rich, feed the poor
Gets the most, stay dedicated, even when it's difficult
Write your own movie, don't end up tight cast
Once you do some corny shit, ain't no comin' back
Once you do some goofy shit hoe, that's your ass
Ain't no lovey-dovey here, you just gettin' smashed
Just doin' like Nike, that mean to the max
I'm from the same city where them boys gettin' taxed
I'm from the same city where they started bangin' that, dope slangin' that
But to me, it's more than that
Just doin' like Nike, that mean to the max
I'm from the same city where them boys gettin' taxed
I'm from the same city where they first cooked crack
Gang bang gap, but to me, it's way more than that
Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint
Then I'ma rivet, come back with a remix
You boys can't see the clit, nah this ain't Aerosmith
Who the fuck is Elvis? I'm Jerry [?]
I be gettin' plenty chicks and them chips, shellfish
Steaks well done, two sides, call it elegance
Smoke, I'm inhalin' it
Checks, I be mailin' it
These haters keep on tellin' it
These lames keep on sellin' it
[?]
Me? I don't ever bend
I just get it in, another thirty six hour cleanse
Damn, Louis timbs, Forgis rims, girls call it [?]
I want everyone one of them
Let me tell you that again
Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint
Then I'ma rivet, come back with a remix
You boys can't see the clit, nah this ain't Aerosmith
Who the fuck is Elvis? Hold on
Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint
Then I'ma rivet, come back with a remix
You boys can't see the clit, nah this ain't Aerosmith
Who the fuck is Elvis? Bitch
Yeah, uh
I talk a lot of shit 'cause I can back it up
Four girls in the Porsche, I had 'em lappin' up
Everythin' real solid, on the up and up
If I let you in, keep it on the hush-hush
Everybody want a piece of Dom
'Til they see they can't get nothin' from me, and I'm only chasin' money
I feel closer to God, and right now he talkin' to me
Sayin' they didn't wanna listen
Me, I went the distance
Box with myself, and lock with myself
Look in the mirror, these people can't help
Gotta stay stong, believe in yourself, yeah
Think positive and get it back, ten four
Never fall, it takes one to know one, that's the code
Break the mode, give and go
Rob the rich, feed the poor
Gets the most, stay dedicated, even when it's difficult
Write your own movie, don't end up tight cast
Once you do some corny shit, ain't no comin' back
Once you do some goofy shit hoe, that's your ass
Ain't no lovey-dovey here, you just gettin' smashed
Just doin' like Nike, that mean to the max
I'm from the same city where them boys gettin' taxed
I'm from the same city where they started bangin' that, dope slangin' that
But to me, it's more than that
Just doin' like Nike, that mean to the max
I'm from the same city where them boys gettin' taxed
I'm from the same city where they first cooked crack
Gang bang gap, but to me, it's way more than that
Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint
Then I'ma rivet, come back with a remix
You boys can't see the clit, nah this ain't Aerosmith
Who the fuck is Elvis? I'm Jerry [?]
I be gettin' plenty chicks and them chips, shellfish
Steaks well done, two sides, call it elegance
Smoke, I'm inhalin' it
Checks, I be mailin' it
These haters keep on tellin' it
These lames keep on sellin' it
[?]
Me? I don't ever bend
I just get it in, another thirty six hour cleanse
Damn, Louis timbs, Forgis rims, girls call it [?]
I want everyone one of them
Let me tell you that again
Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint
Then I'ma rivet, come back with a remix
You boys can't see the clit, nah this ain't Aerosmith
Who the fuck is Elvis? Hold on
Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint
Then I'ma rivet, come back with a remix
You boys can't see the clit, nah this ain't Aerosmith
Who the fuck is Elvis? Bitch
Writer(s): Christian St. James Cleveland, Dominic R Hunn
