作词 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ross Joseph Portaro IV

作曲 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ross Joseph Portaro IV

Rich nigga can't have no feelings

Mo' money, mo' problems we got (Let's go)

You **** around, get yo' head bust

For tryna be somethin' you not (Boom, boom, boom)

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see 'Pac

And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes (SethInTheKitchen)

When I leave, they gon' follow me out (Let's go)

And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon' follow me out, watch this (Oh my God)

**** what these niggas talkin' about

I just created a land and took over the muh****in' game

And they soughted me out

I just got three hundred K for a show during ********

I'm still hot in the drought

I'm on fire, nigga (Okay, turn up)

They can't tell you I ain't keep it real (Just know that they lyin', nigga)

What she gon' do? My ***** eat the **** like it's ribs

I got the stick, we gon' see who gon' live

House big as a *****, my shit MTV Cribs

He asked for feature, but my shit ain't cheap

Nigga better save up, I ain't givin' no deals

I had to say this shit two times

For all the broke boys in the back that act like they ain't hear me

I put this ***** on the map, went and got all the platinum plaques

Brought 'em back to the city

She got a thang for me, she wanna pull out my ****

And go, "Baby," and give it a hickey

Ain't been on the stage in a minute

But still on TV everyday, nigga should've went Disney (What you say?)

Rich nigga can't have no feelings

Mo' money, mo' problems we got (Go)

You **** around, get yo' head bust

For tryna be somethin' you not

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see 'Pac (2Pac)

And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon' follow me out (Woo)

Rich nigga can't have no feelings

Mo' money, mo' problems we got (Come on)

You **** around, get yo' head bust

For tryna be somethin' you not

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see 'Pac

And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon' follow me out

It's up and it's stuck if you try me

I got a dub for the body

I be surrounded with steppers

Whole hunnid thou' for the necklace

Nothin' but **** for these *******

All of the blogs gettin' messy

I'm passin' right now if you test me

I'm layin' them down, get a stretcher (Let'd go)

I was the one out the gate that told you

That you gotta stay down for your blessin'

I was the one, took the trip to L.A.

To go pick up the pounds, they was heavy

Sittin' on fifteen Ms, I'm rich

I own my house and all ten of my cars

Tell a hatin'-ass nigga, "Get the **** off my ****"

I don't wanna hear a hatin' nigga bumpin' my shit

Turn my shit off and go play one of them other niggas

Niggas who really ain't on that

Who got a lil' money and ain't bring they brother with 'em

From the city and can't even go back

Got stepped on, that nigga a door mat

Before they made throwback Thursday, I was that nigga

Go check the throwback

*****, nigga, it's Baby

Rich nigga can't have no feelings

Mo' money, mo' problems we got

You **** around, get yo' head bust

For tryna be somethin' you not

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see 'Pac

And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon' follow me out (Come on, come on)

Rich nigga can't have no feelings

Mo' money, mo' problems we got (Ooh)

You **** around, get yo' head bust

For tryna be somethin' you not

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see 'Pac (2Pac)

And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon' follow me out

Yeah, nigga, I'm muh****in' different, nigga (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't no nigga like me, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead

Before the foolishness stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

We gon' introduce you ***** niggas to these Rugers and Glocks (Go)

It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead

Before the foolishness stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

We gon' introduce you ***** niggas to these Rugers and Glocks

(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Turned the city to the city, now these niggas wanna hate

(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Chargin' niggas ten thousand to take a pic' with they bae, *****

(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Yeah, man, and you know, this shit come with a lot (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

I'm acceptin' it all with open arms (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

See, me, when I prayed for this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

You know, I told God

I was willin' to accept whatever came with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

I'm talkin' about whatever comes with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Let's go (Yeah, yeah), let's go (Yeah-yeah)

Mo' money, mo' problems we g