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Richie Rich
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It's Not About You
作词：Lev Berlak, Richard Serrell
Niggas say it was the gold links and the top shelf drinks
That had your ass stitched up, before ya switched up
Used to love a nigga, and then I crossed the game
Couldn't change, so now the scene remains the same
You wanna be hard, tuffy, but I know ya
Don't make me bring up all the shit I did for ya
Ya flip the script when ya hang with them hoes
You better quit woofin' before you get a woopin'
I must admit I had your back from the start
I was your lady and my man you played the part
Of the big shot, the rich brother on the block
Anything I wanted you would by it on the spot
Diamond rings, gold chains and things
You showed me off right, make the money, act funny
Is that the routine, oh it's how you wanna work it
Hoo-ride with your friends like I'm all on it
It ain't even that serious
I know a whole lot a brothers wanna get with this
It ain't all about you so remember this
Man make the money, money don't make the man
It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby
It's not about you baby, it's not about you
It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby
It's not about you baby, it's not about you
Where you been?
What, where I been?
Check this out, don't ask me no shit like that
First of all, how the fuck you gonna act
Comin' at me with some of that bullshit
Art and link let her, should've told you better
If it ain't about me, the shit ain't G
Do you understand, what I do, is what I do
And why I do, what I do to you
Is other business, so shit don't get it twisted
You mixed it up so now I got to fix it up
Hate when a nigga get to chin checkin'
Straighten that ass up in ten seconds
Can't bust a move, if your hair ain't hit
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Nails ain't hit, new boots, tryna look cute
Girl I made you, and I can unplug the switch
Never ever cross the rich
You bite the hands of the feeder
And see how quick you lose weight
And still them small dudes you date
You fuckin 'round with them losers
And now you ain't on your toes
I told you 'bout them raggedy hoes
It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby
It's not about you baby, it's not about you
It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby
It's not about you baby, it's not about you
I used to worship the ground you walked on
So glad I moved on, got my own thing poppin'
Hoe hoppin', ain't quite Erica
I the woman, you the man, who's Tabitha
Who's Jessica, Kimberly and Keisha
You was the bomb-diddy
Now you just a piece of my memories
You and me, child please, double R you's a star
Ooh, now you wanna act up
Throw ya hands up like you wanna fight somethin'
My crew'll run up in ya spot like it ain't nothin', name callin'
In an hour you'll be crawlin' on your knees beggin 'please
Baby, baby, please'
When I found you, you was a puppy with no collar
Believe I raised ya, and taught you 'bout the dollar
Cartier par've, was the shit we stroke
Whole slabs of crab, so fat, remember that
It's off the hook, and now your ass is gone
See ya later gator, you still fuckin' with them haters
Used to ride big body with the chrome shit
But now you busy eatin' lunch with the homies
It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby
It's not about you baby, it's not about you
It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby
It's not about you baby, it's not about you
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