You Like Me Better Rich

Theres something about the way i get it

I do, I get it

Theres something about the way I did it

Like there’s nothing to it

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You don’t wanna see a n-gga doing bad

My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag

You see *****t clear when ya ass get hit

You like me better rich

You like me better rich

I caught where ya live with the .44 mag

Shut up *****, show me where the stash

Now we got the **** we just waiting on the cash

You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit

N-gga time, money, money time

Smoke the barrell of the nine

See ya see ya blood leak

Tell ya punk ass weak

Lay down, stay down

Go ‘head kiss the ?

Police box me in, I will kill a hostage

Bang bang close range, there wont be no get back

For the last time n-gga, tell us where the sh-t at

You’re working my nerves and I aint got patience

Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it

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This little light of mine, I’m gon let it *****ne

Right under the barrell, I’m sure I wont miss

Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money

Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one

Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet

Your catching hot, hell so far away

Cough up the cash before *****t get really bad

You don’t really really wanna see a n-gga when he mad

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Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound

Some of you n-ggas aint even up on this

Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance

They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time

This *****t gon bring chills up your spine

G-g-g-g-g-unit