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Richie Rich - It's Not About You lyrics
f/ Simply E (Richie Rich) Niggas say it was the gold links and the top shelf drinks That had your ass stitched up, before ya switched up Used to love a nigga, and then I crossed the game Couldn't change, so now the scene remains the same You wanna be hard, tuffy, but I know ya Don't make me bring up all the shit I did for ya Ya flip the script when ya hang with them hoes You better quit woofin before you get a woopin (Simply E) I must admit I had your back from the start I was your lady and my man you played the part Of the big shot, the rich brother on the block Anything I wanted you would by it on the spot Diamond rings, gold chains and things You showed me off right Make the money, act funny Is that the routine, oh it's how you wanna work it Hoo-ride with your friends like I'm all on it It ain't even that serious I know a whole lot a brothers wanna get with this It ain't all about you so remember this Man make the money, money don't make the man (Chorus) It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby It's not about you baby, its not about you It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby It's not about you baby, it's not about you (E and Rich talking) Where you been? What, where I been? Check this out, don't ask me no shit like that First of all, how the fuck you gonna act, comin at me with some of that bullshit (Richie Rich) Art and Link let her, should've told you better If it ain't about me, the shit ain't G Do you understand, what I do, is what I do And why I do, what I do to you Is other business, so shit don't get it twisted You mixed it up so now I got to fix it up Hate when a nigga get to chin checkin Straighten that ass up in ten seconds Can't bust a move, if your hair ain't hit, nails ain't hit New boots, tryna look cute Girl I made you, and I can unplug the switch Never ever cross the Rich You bite the hands of the feeder, and see how quick you lose weight And still them small dudes you date You fuckin 'round with them losers, and now you ain't on your toes I told you 'bout them raggedy hoes (Chorus) (Simply E) I used to worship the ground you walked on So glad I moved on, got my own thing poppin Hoe hoppin, ain't quite Erica I the woman, you the man, who's Tabitha Who's Jessica, Kimberly and Keisha You was the bomb-diddy, now you just a piece of my memories You and me, child please Double R you's a star, ooh, now you wanna act up Throw ya hands up like you wanna fight somethin My crew'll run up in ya spot like it ain't nothin, name callin In an hour you'll be crawlin on your knees beggin 'please, baby baby, please' (Richie Rich) When I found you, you was a puppy with no collar Believe I raised ya, and taught you 'bout the dollar Cartier par 've, was the shit we stroke Whole slabs of crab, so fat, remember that It's off the hook, and now your ass is gone See ya later gator, you still fuckin with them haters Used to ride big body with the chrome shit But now you busy eatin lunch with the homies (Chorus) |
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