Topaz Jones - Rich

I be spending like I'm rich
I be frontin' like I'm broke sometimes
(I ain't got it, I ain't got it)
Catch me stuntin' on a bitch
Ooh, baby, don't blow my high
'Cause I been going through withdrawals

Gotta check my deposit, I been gettin' outta pocket
I've been eatin' all this brunch
(Aww, c'mon dawg what kind of weak shit is that?)
(You drinkin' mimosas with your pink up) Yeah
I'll be in the red by the end of the month
Comin' out the blue with my stories, boo-hoo's and I'm sorry's
I promise I'll pay you right back when I get it though
I would never play you like that, what you trippin' for? Ahh
You know I tried to sell trees 'cause I wasn't such a trapeze artist at all
Super stingy with the bag
Apologies if you bought it, I needed them sneakers bad
Bet all of my teacher's mad I grew up to be a rapper
(Why they mad though?)
Used to think I knew it all, wouldn't even read a chapter
The fame or the power, what you after? (What you want?)
Everybody want the plug, I'd rather be the adapter
Now that I got a few chips, blow the check on a new fit
Every dinner at Ruth's Chris, diamonds in every tooth, it's funny
Got you some money, they all wanna give their two cents
'Til it's in the way of you making a contribution
How many niggas been duped and made a dufus? (A lot)
How many niggas in coupes that won't recoup shit?
(Ay watch out too these A&R's taking bitches to Katana on y'all budgets)
(Talkin''bout it's a business meeting, you ain't a slick motherfucker)
Okay you got a little change, boy you came up
But your won neighborhood you afraid of
Couldn't buy the cache with what you saved up
You still slave, even if you got your chain tucked
But I won't let a broke boy prevent my shine
Made a clout bank account, just to flex online
Heard niggas asking for change but I spent all mine
Don't know how I'll pay rent on time, 'cause

I be spending like I'm rich
I be frontin' like I'm broke sometimes
(I ain't got it, I ain't got it)
Catch me stuntin' on a bitch
Ooh, baby, don't blow my high
'Cause I been going through withdrawals

Looks they can be so deceiving, uh
False prophets we don't believe in, no
Cross my heart and hope to die

Written by:
George David Brandon Jones

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Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing

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