Lyrics Rich Man Poor Man - Will Tell, Rack Lo, Richie Balance

Rich Man Poor Man

I’m filthy rich I got bank accounts and large amounts\nCD’s, stocks and barns, presidential suites\nProperty on War Street, playing for high stakes\n6 billion dollar estate, money to waste\n(Thirstin Howl III)\nI’m a poor man so I put a gun to your face\nTo take two things, your life, and a dead presidential briefcase\nEmpty your safe for everything you got, mansion and a yacht\nVehicles out on the parking lot already sold\nAt the swap shop, my client I is an undercover cop\nMaking deals underneath the table\nI either be him or a poor man, can nobody save you?\n(Rack-Lo)\nI’m a rich man it’s not my fault\nYou live in the slums of New York\nLet’s beat like a criminal when you talk criminal slang\nStick me up now; what goes around comes around like a boomerang\n(Thirstin Howl III)\nHang mare, I hang your high\nThe day I was born I was ready to die\nLie commit fraud and cheat\nThe bottom line I gotta eat\nDead beat that, 5 years probation\nCompleted 4 and a half, got violated twice\nShoot dice, place your bets\nI see cats with teeth and wore, murder suicide and sex