Inner City Rich Niggaz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni, Peezy] Yeah Whip from overseas, from shit I oversee I play my position, I don't trip, who over me? My wrist over a hunnid G's, you gotta hustle for one of these Can't fake it, you don't wanna be a wannabe 'Cause search the world, it's only one of me It's a bunch of y'all, and y'all still never wanna leave Count money with my bitch, that's what's fun to me Catchin' flights with her better than the club to me I grew the plug, so the plug gave his plug to me Got him around cheap, fuck with me, pull up and see Why you competin' with me? Stop it, you weirdo Plus that kid look like some shit I had tеn years ago You can't manage ten G's, but sayin' you want millions, though Boy, you ain't еven gain a game to make a million grow Tried to put my nigga on, instead he put his feelings on Meanwhile I'm home, no traffic puttin' my ceilin' off If he always stressin', he the realest, somethin' really wrong See right through him, but I act blind and play along Bullshitters and jealous niggas, you gotta shake 'em off So much weight on my shoulders, but still remain tall 'Cause I'm a captain, chief, boss (Yah) I talk riches, niggas cheap talk (Yeah) We in drop Benz's when the minks off The places we go, we never see, y'all (Ghetto) [Verse 2: Peezy] The shit that I been through, I had to stand tall It's either gon' break you or it'll turn you to a doll Ain't never had a job, I was forced to be a boss Had a car full of narcotics, niggas full of talk L'ma make 'em feel me every time I'm pullin' off Quarter million in some change, what the car and watch cost? Said he braggin' 'bout TN, that's a outfit I bought Sell a quarter brick at Dawson, that shit at Bal Harbour I can press a button just to get the car started Make a smart investment, then I go retired, huh Street sayin' I'm goin' crazy, I ain't even got started Jumpin' out the rear 'Rari, it look like Target Send them P's to your town, shut down a market Roads gold like a garden, legendary Marcus Garvey Pateros on the out-of-towners if they wanna party I'ma charge you like l'm Big U to get to Saturday Ghetto heat a real thing, you a carbon copy They done tried everythin', but they can't stop us The day you go against the mob, your best friend drop you We just came from out of town, let's go Benz shoppin' You a scammin' ass nigga, get a Benz poppin' I'm a whole truck buyer, thousand-eight gram copper Talkin' 'bout the rose Cuban, it resemble copper Always knew l'd be the one since I was a toddler, nigga [Outro] (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)