I Been Rich

[Chorus: D Hustle] I know why they hate me Why they don't like me 'Cause I stay icy And they bitch like me Stay in them big whips Sitting on inches Talking 'bout money, bitch nigga, I been rich [Verse 1: D Hustle] The real niggas love me, the fuck niggas hate me You can hold your nuts, your bitch wanna date me Get big money, do big things I push the whip, your bitch give me brains Send her to the mall, I let her push the Bentley Tell the bitch to blow stacks, 'cause I got plenty You niggas talking money, you just spitting pennys Gwop conversation, I know you niggas hear me Rapping 'bout your whips, nigga, I got them too Mazerati drop top, all set 22's Got a Range Rover, Astin Martin and a Benz coupe [?] Farrari, tell them send 2 What it do, nigga? What the business is? Ask the streets about me, D Hustle handle his I hear your lil song, I heard your lame hooks You so gangsta, how the fuck you get your chain took? Yeah, you got it back, bitch, you bought it back The real streets been gone, nigga, we brought it back You rap G shit, but I can see bitch Fuck you and them lame fucks you be with [Chorus: D Hustle] I know why they hate me Why they don't like me 'Cause I stay icy And they bitch like me Stay in them big whips Sitting on inches Talking 'bout money, bitch nigga, I been rich [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] This that family gotta eat flow, 20 pounds of Keisha Cole My car suicidal, please don't open my door My rifle is my idol, my rival need a bible All this ice around my neck, make my neck seem crowded Yeah we stay icy, your girlfriend like it We run through all them hoes like Nike Every verse is sniping, say it random, but you feel it Walking to the Gucci store, hundred grand in my slippers Fuck them lame niggas, D, we got our own Hustle I push a lotta weight, we got our own muscle I'm from the southside, bury me in 2 chains And let the funeral be held at the Blue Flame [?] frames, staring at the big screen Big shit poppin, bitch, all we do is big things Big watch bezzle, big booty bitch Yeah we got the action, we don't need a movie script Fill the tooly up, let the tooly rip Everytime you see Titi, he be on that stupid shit Fill the tooly up, let the tooly rip Everytime you see me, bitch, I'm wearing a stupid fit [Chorus: D Hustle] I know why they hate me Why they don't like me 'Cause I stay icy And they bitch like me Stay in them big whips Sitting on inches Talking 'bout money, bitch nigga, I been rich