that's right (Chorus) (Birdman verse 3) Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy Price Let's get it understood, nigga that's my price
, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money Yeah, flash the bright lights, nigga, smash on site Born rich, bitch-nigga, live with no wife Keep the pain of the price, prices
stacks in the button king sack And I ain't never goin' back, sike I love the life Standin' under the street lights tryin' to get off that white At a reasonable price
mill', chain like double that I ain't got to talk about the half up in the duffle bag Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we nigga rich
I saw a dried up river and a rich man Turning on a garden hose I see a young man picking up a gun I guess that's where the money goes, yeah Am I just
Now im countin 100s I swing euros and pounds in Europe with pounds boy i be movin around. Cell phone well known the big boss rick rizzle the rich nizzle
the streets molded the man I am The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, gorilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow
and I ain?t waiting on a deal The same time the mothafuckers bargaining and lawyering That coke money just keep pouring in and pouring in Quarter millie bling-bling, That?s the price
, watch'you doing? People looking at me different Friends say I changed, they think I'm acting different At first all I wanted is to get my hands on riches
the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price
camera while your whole face froze Stack up all them bodies I'mma whole case load Middle of December I will melt your fucking snow While my price is high
crime, crime, find, they gonna nick and wreek, and catch yo' people by surprise. Strengthen a journey, we would rather, snather, snatch a life, your still gonna pay the price
s one fresh jacket They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get You can't afford the price
cross to bear is mine it's not a cross to share But isn't it ironic I still woulda bought a cross to wear That obviously cost to wear but considerably less Than the price
We work hard so we can play hard and push them big things Persistent, we keep comin' like some nigs Droppin' albums, every few years we rich We the
my problems will be second And all my worries will be gone I'll have money bags for breakfast smell like bitch I'm rich cologne Ha, I'm so relaxed my
just tell me the price 'Cause Short Dog ain't nuttin nice I always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then Rich nigga
hands up before you get bucked Got you for your watch, your link, and your green stuff Everybody wants to be the man And when you are, you go straight to the pen Get rich