Saturday, August 6, 2011

Broke Rich Bitch

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(Intro)
Let me start by saying, I really love you.
Once again I’m saying, I feel you.
(Verse)
Borrowed a dollar from my white friend, in a black hood.
He gives me a face as if to say “Nigga, act good.”
Slave mentality has me in a bad mood. Lower than mud, frozen in my blood being soaked in my mug.
Meanwhile, she enjoys a hot latte. Stop, drop and roll play on a hot day.
She got hot. I’m cold playing the block everyday.
Giving hope to little kids, who see me on their television box when they lay on top of boxes made to replicate a mattress.
I represent the impoverse, she wanna represent the women to star search.
And yet again, I love her so much… I will sacrifice being a pauper to be her baby father.
But then I feel in poor spirit, recording against a mirror. So who’s forced to hear it?
(Chorus)
She getting her money up, she getting her money up, she getting her money up.
When she get her money, she gon’ keep getting her money up, keep getting her money up, keep getting her money up.
We getting our money up, we getting are money up, we getting are money up.
But the day we get paid, we gon’ go our own way… and meet again on another day.
(Verse)
She knows so much, but has so much, I know too much and own not enough..
I roll the dutch. Well, bamboo paper, hustle to survive, can’t do favours.
Making niggas beats for weed and menstrual card money.
An argument insues… don’t start hunny, please don’t not now, I got songs to do.
I get along with you, but chill, I’m as strong as you. You know what the sight of your arse in a thong could do. My sex stuff is on hold because it belongs to you.
You still desire me? Get higher for me.
Why the keys? Why the driving when we reached the amount of money we need to buy an entire island and leave.
But babe, what I have to do to make it in the system, makes me hate being naked. I’m a man, but im not if I take it. So therefore, love me rich or poor. Art is still faking…
(Chorus)
She getting her money up.
When she get her money, she gon’ keep getting her money up, keep getting her money up, keep getting her money up.
We getting our money up, we getting are money up, we getting are money up.
But the day we get paid, we gon’ go our own way… and meet again on another day.
(Chorus)
She getting her money up, she getting her money up, she getting her money up.
When she get her money, she gon’ keep getting her money up, keep getting her money up, keep getting her money up.
We getting our money up, we getting are money up, we getting are money up.
But the day we get paid, we gon’ go our own way… and meet again on another day.

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