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plies - rich folk lyrics

[chorus:]
i’m sick of this sh-t dawg, i’m tired of bein broke, i wana live like da rick folks, i want da
house with da big boat, i wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
i’m sick of this sh-t dawg, i’m tired of bein broke, i wana live like da rick folks, i want da
house with da big boat, i wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

[verse 1:]
i’m tryin to stay hood but i ain’t tryin to die here, i need to be able to spend money with
out fear, the kinda money i can bawl for da whole year, i wana crib so big i can dissapear, i
want da marble floors with da hangin shandleirs, i need to be able to drink yak insted of beer,
i don’t want a deck behind my house i want a peir, i want a walk in closest, a closet full of
gear, i wana be able to buy 4 new whips every year, and; eave da t.v runnin dawg while i ain’t
here, i ain’t gotta worry bout da bills cus da money der, i wana live like da rich folks up in here,

[verse 2:]
wen a n-gg- tell you he likes sellin dope hes a d-mn lie, cus if he did then hed sell dope for
no price, we just willin to take chances and get by, ain’t like we like to do it, we gotta sell
by, cus if you don’t there’s a good chance you goin to die, all we need is a lil money and we
alright, cus most n-gg-s just want a peice of the good life, the worst feelin is the sh-t you
can’t buy, what’s filet mion when you ain’t got da money to try, all dat miracle sh-t don’t
work for my kind, one thing about us we like to shine, guess you should’ntexpect sh-t if you
don’t wana grind

[verse 3:]
f-ck hood rich, i wana be rich for real, i don’t want no gun i want a million f-ckin dollar
bills, be in mind it’s brand new and sit it on da edge, walk into my sons room, and you can’t
tell if it’s mine or his, i want my son to be the first one with a wheel, i want to sen my son
to collage and pay it up for four years, let the streets be mad and tell em he anit real, the
motherf-ckers hate you when good is how you live, cus nine days broke is wat da streets call
real, the same mother f-ckers who can’t pay there f-ckin bills, take it from me bein broke,
that ain’t trill, it feels even better bein worth a couple mil,

- plies lyrics

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