Too Rich for the b*tch lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Produced by London On Da Track]

[Intro]
That b*tch there a door knob, n*gga, we all get a turn
f*ck you catching feelings for? I mean when your ass'll learn?
That pus*y community, community

[Verse 1]
While you be all in her DM, n*gga
I be all in that BM with her
You be all in your feelings 'bout it
Like "when I see him I'mma kill this n*gga"
I'm on three-way like, "you hear this n*gga?"
I should take the b*tch back and clip the n*gga
pus*y make him not pay attention
You punk b*tch go with this n*gga
I throw bands, b*tch, these hoes love me
I f*ck a bad b*tch 'till she ugly
Put the pus*y in recovery
I’m like, "now what you think of me?"
n*ggas goin’ out just to talk to these hoes
Blowin’ big bankrolls on clothes
Now they wonder where the money at
Yeah, the motherf*cking money that they had from the re-up gone
I don't do no stalkin'
I don't cuff no hoes, tell a b*tch keep walkin'
I don't do much talkin'
Right now I'm flossin', I do this often
Gotta flex on a b*tch
Tag team, I got next on a b*tch (I got next)
I ain't stressing a b*tch
But every now and then I blow a check on a b*tch
[Hook]
Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the b*tch
I'm too rich for the b*tch, I'm too rich for the b*tch
Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the b*tch
I'm too rich for the b*tch, I'm too rich for the b*tch
Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it)
Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah)
Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it)
Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah)

[Verse 2]
Shawty playin', she lame for that
She ain't have to put a n*gga name in that
Beefin' over these b*tches, not me
Nah, n*gga, I ain't came for that
We don't talk to no pillows, n*gga
We brought all these b*tches with us
You act like you got all the hoes
But all I see is n*ggas with you
She don't like when you pullin' on her
She like me, I'm pullin' up
I act like I don't want her
You act like you can't get enough
That b*tch there like dopeboys
If you got money she goin' for it
I drink that hoe, her head so good
She gon' have you there like, "oh lawd"
All this time you ain't on
I done bought her sh*t you can't afford
She take pictures with your money
But you tell her she can't do it
All you n*ggas don't panic
I'm just tryna understand it
I must take these hoes for granted
Or you n*ggas just so romantic
[Hook]
Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the b*tch
I'm too rich for the b*tch, I'm too rich for the b*tch
Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the b*tch
I'm too rich for the b*tch, I'm too rich for the b*tch
Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it)
Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah)
Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it)
Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah)
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