Zell Marley - Rich (feat. Z-Loc) Lyrics

I don't give a f*ck if you a rich nigga
That don't make no less of a bitch nigga
I ain't rocking designer, I pay for hits, nigga
Better watch yo back for snakes cuz they don't hiss, nigga
I'ma make it every time, I don't miss, nigga
I'ma squeeze on that .380 'til it click, nigga
You be watching all my moves, get off my dick, nigga
Need my rings like I'm Sonic, get you quick, nigga
I'ma get it on my own i don't do splits, nigga
Yeah, I'm more than just a star, bitch, I'm the big dipper
I'ma hit yo hoe, yeah, I'ma long dick her
I'ma tell her tell her friend to come along with her
I be looking at my exes and they all bitter
We a clique full of shooters, bitch, we all hitters
Bullets hit his leg, look like a dog bit 'em
She gon' tell all of her bitches I'ma dog nigga
I be grooving 'round this bitch like i'm a Hogg, nigga
I can't come down to yo level, I'm too tall, nigga
Last second, forth quarter, I'ma ball, nigga I ain't got no fear, no, I ain't scared at all nigga
Chop yo head off then I mount it on my wall, nigga
Roll a Swisher Sweet up right in front the laws, nigga
I came from a time you don't say what you saw, nigga
I be all about the paper, bitch, I'm raw, nigga
I don't give a f*ck if you a rich nigga
That don't make no less of a bitch nigga
I ain't rocking designer, I pay for hits, nigga
Better watch yo back for snakes 'cause they don't hiss, nigga
I'ma make it every time, I don't miss, nigga
I'ma squeeze on that .380 'til it click, nigga
You be watching all my moves, get off my dick, nigga
Need my rings like I'm Sonic, get you quick, nigga
Pack flipper, it's Jack the Ripper
Rap niggas shiver and quiver
And scatter upon arrival
'Cause death is what I deliver
Dismember your family members, ensuring that you remember
Might rapid fire the window, right through the passenger window
Pretenders gon' get Dikembe'd
Offenders get that extender
That chopper bite like a blender
No option but to surrender
Two blocks and a money printer
That's a break-in-and-enter
You tricking off with Melinda, I'm thinking 'bout eating dinner
Now kicking your f*cking door off the hinges on my agenda
Advancing my rubber bands before theu hands can get through the window
Forgive me, for I'm a sinner, but saints are never the winners
Gangstas get all the glory, and I'm just tryna be remembered, you see
Just like a winner, it ain't cold for me
You got a sweater, I ain't trippin', I ain't stole from G
I ain't stole from he, but they done stole from me
But I ain't trippin', they get a little whole for 3
Baby, 1, 2, 3 to the 4
It be that nigga Z-Loc, blow up like C4
And I'ma go as far as he, she, the, we go
I don't give a f*ck about a primo no mo', YOLO, I'm 'bout my dollars
I don't give a f*ck if you a rich nigga
That don't make no less of a bitch nigga
I ain't rocking designer, I pay for hits, nigga
Better watch yo back for snakes 'cause they don't hiss, nigga
I'ma make it every time, I don't miss, nigga
I'ma squeeze on that .380 'til it click, nigga
You be watching all my moves, get off my dick, nigga
Need my rings like I'm Sonic, get you quick, nigga