Dj Drama + Young Jeezy - I'm Rich Bitch Lyrics

[Chorus:]
I don't give a f*ck... I'm rich bitch
3 cars and a truck... I'm rich bitch
Hit the club n' tear it up

[Verse 1:]
Chillin' at the light, but my rims ain't spinnin'
I'm in a brand new coupe nigga, so I'm still winnin'
Nigga's sick with it, ain't shit you can tell em'
645 mean it's quarter to 7, lookin like acting oughta be a part of the Big Tymers
Black on burgundy, plush, she got the suade headliner
Shawty hit the club, and he lightin' up everythang, like the way his chain hang down to his dang-a-lang (chyuhhhh)
And jeezy what the rap game needed, young rich thug nigga, and yeah I'm conceded
And I'm nothin' like them other guys, I'm the shit bitch, you can't tell me otherwise

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[Verse 2:]
So whatchu laughin' at nigga, I don't see shit funny
I wasn't rappin' bout it dawg, I was really gettin' money
I was really in the streets, I was really gettin' change, I was really stackin' paper, I really drove a range
And that's rover nigga, Young Jeezy, straight soldier nigga
Rabid stripes on the Cutlass, it was so clean, had outa state plug when I was 17,
A young nigga that was way cool I had brick fill when I was in middle school
Aaaayyy, cause if you sellin' they buy, look I ain't exagerating dawg, I ain't lyin'

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[Verse 3:]
Ayyyy, they say the nigga from the hood, if the nigga from the hood how he live so good?
And I love the way he shine bright, spent so much paper just to tell the time (Yeaaaah
You told me time is money, dropped seventy on the jacob nigga, time is money
I heard he never had a job, and if he never had a job, how he ball so hard?
See him throwin' grands off in magic city, but ain't never seen that man off on Rap City
He must've played in the Rose Bowl, cause he standing there, draped in all that real gold

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[Outro]