The Madness - Rich Boy

You niggas gon' learn buck a buckin'

D-boy squad buck a buckin' Rich Boy

I’m in that phantom, askin' for that gray poupon

Look at my arm bitch, ya see the charm bitch

Sweet home Alabama, Yeah, I love her

I still try to hug her even though she ain’t my color

Yeah, I’m fucking wit that home boy but ain’t nothin' left

See, I got enough heart to march with Martin Luther King

Got them killers right by me and we can have a party

If ya niggas wanna try me, surprise

We got some fireworks for ya

Pop the trunk, get the gift inside lemme show ya

Niggas treat that coke like a joke

A cocaine city’s like a murder up in Copeland

Pick ya brain like a buncha snow flakes

Yeah, I put that weight down, now it’s real estate

Tell me watcha know 'bout me boy

That’s me, I’ma mothafuckin' d-boy

Tell me watcha know 'bout me boy

That’s me, I’ma mothafuckin' d-boy

Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go d-boy

Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go d-boy

If it ain’t the truth me and my nigga don’t write it

9 years from the day my uncle man got indicted

I thank God for the hard times when I suffer

He protect me like a Mother, nigga now, I’m tuffer

Can’t forget about you prof, I still see ya

I’m at the graveyard everyday, I can’t leave ya

I feel your soul when I’m writing with the pen

Fuck what them niggas say you my brother till the end

Nigga save a spot for me, tell God I’m coming

Niggas killin' fo' that money but they’re leavin' here with nothing

If it a game motherfucker, I’ma win it

As far as I’m concerned, ain’t no competition in it

Call me the gritty green 'cause I’m wanna lie

Now my mommy better thank what she got

Get some shit, just got a new house

Congratulations 'cause ya son made a million with his mouth