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Mama I'm rich Mama I'm rich I done got blood on my hands Count it up quick Minus thuggin on camera Hope he don't slip Tighten up Tighten up Tighten up Tighten up Mama I'm rich Mama I'm rich I'm on that new shit Shield my ditch I ride around with that pool stick If you losing yo grip Tighten up Tighten up Tighten up Tighten up Why would I switch sides? I knew this side would end up the rich side Letras de cancionesOriginal big 9 .9 with the switch unlimited spitfire Pop pop pop pop We did them numbers and doubled em up Can't let no scrub in the huddle with us If he ain't come from the struggle with us Came out the jungle Juggin and juggling trauma Ust got accustomed to commas Clique in the cut Came up from clutching on corners You came up cutting the corners Kissing a cup Since a lil kid I was cudi I spent my loneliness stoning Bish wonderful and she don't even know me Ken one of one I'm the one and the only I hit that wap until one in the morning My boy hit that wok and then walk with that .40 Walked on the beat and did more than them running I up that stick and say why are you running? My mama text and said wire me money My boy from the muddy like mya the money Was always the motive that I always wanted My dream I was dreaming is finally funded now Mama I'm rich Mama I'm rich I done got blood on my hands Count it up quick Minus thuggin on camera Hope he don't slip Tighten up Tighten up Tighten up Tighten up Mama I'm rich Mama I'm rich I'm on that new shit Shield my ditch I ride around with that pool stick If you losing yo grip Tighten up Tighten up Tighten up Tighten up From Letras Mania