Reef The Lost Cauze - I'm Rich lyrics

[Intro: Segment from the motion picture "Trading Places"] I wish my b**hes would hurry up and get here. I ain't got time to be here in this cell with you Where is your b**hes, Mr Big Time Pimp? Yeah Didn't I tell you...that the phone in my limousine is busted and I can't get in contact with my b**hes? Yeah, the phone in the limo is busted. What is you? Ignorant? [Hook: Reef The Lost Cauze] I be walkin', talkin', chillin', sippin', pimpin', mackin', actin' like I'm (Rich beeotch, I'm rich beeotch) I make moves on the low, what I do with the doe, new shoes and clothes I'm frontin' like I'm (Rich beeotch, I'm rich beeotch) You should be like me, fresh Timb, white tees, Nike's in all colors man (Rich beeotch, I'm rich beeotch) I'm dead broke on the low, it's all for show, nobody knows I ain't really (Rich beeotch, I'm rich beeotch) [Verse One: Charon Don] Ayo, pimpin', spendin' money, kissin' honeys This is funny till my pension got me pinchin' pennies Lookin' bummy, hungry still I won't allow my shoes to lean Won't allow my mood to swing I won't allow my crew to bling I got awhile to do my thing You know my style is clean More Polo than Ralph Lauren For solo go out with Timb's Poor folks don't know how to spend But Charon know how to blend Every color gotta match Why these s**as got attacks Not every brother's has your back When I was younger, had to scrap Everything I ever wanted Was a dream until confronted Never seemed that I would plummet Shoppin' sprees, overdone it Off in V's, over budgets Coppin' trees, sober stomach Cut the cheese like "oh who done it?" And I can throw you hundreds of them dollar bills This is how a baller feels when he don't let his dollars build Chill And I'm in it to win it with no digits I ain't gotta be rich beeyotch, I flow vicious [Hook] [Verse Two: Reef The Lost Cauze] You see me dressed up, new suit pressed up Lookin' brand new with a fresh cut, yes sir Fresh kicks never messed up I done stepped up And guess what, guess what I ain't sh** to show Except for the show that I rock at the show when I rock On my back I rock on my back You think that I'm gettin' doe, that's not the fact [?] props for blacks so I spent my paycheck down at shop for racks Copped a jersey, copped a hat Find a pair of kicks I can rock to match Why stop with that? Now a days gotta look hot to rap It's on $300 for this stocking cap I had to get two pair homeboy Cause you know they look real hot in black Holla back if you're spendin' your loot on Timberland boots Puttin' a hole through your dollar stacks That's what happens when you follow cats Dressin' after n***as spittin' hollow raps Your own style get wild with that I do look sharp and I'm proud of that Be careful what you rock late at night Cause them boys might just take you outta that This is for them cats That spend they savings on clothes Or my boosters, who never ever payin' for clothes Yeah it's cool to look sharp, don't let it rape in your soul Just stay, fresh and clean like the players of old [Hook] [Outro] Yeah. E.Dan, you a monster baby. Shouts out to all my...baller...budget...brothers. NahI'msayin'? I know that light bill past due but you need a new pair of kicks so you gon' get you a fresh pair. Younah'msayin'? Shouts out to Charon Don, Good Hands. An extra special shout out goes out to all them southernplayalisticadallicmuzik funky brothers. I love what y'all do, so I had to do one my own way. Bi-coastal love. That's the problem with the game man. That these cats don't appreciate...all the regions. I got love for up north. I got love for out west. And I damn sure got love for the south. That's where all these n***as come from anyway