I’m Rich Bitch Jeezy

I don't give a fuck, I'm rich, bitch
3 cars and a truck, I'm rich, bitch
Hit the club an' tear it up

Chillin' at the light but my rims ain't spinnin'
I'm in a brand new coupe nigga, so I'm still winnin'
Nigga's sick with it, ain't shit you can tell 'em
645 mean it's quarter to 7
Lookin' like actin' oughta be a part of the Big Tymers

Black on burgundy, plush, she got the suede headliner
Shawty hit the club, and he lightin' up everything
Like the way his chain hang down to his dang-a-lang
(Chyuh)

And Jeezy what the rap game needed
Young rich thug nigga, and yeah I'm conceded
And I'm nothin' like them other guys
I'm the shit, bitch, you can't tell me otherwise

I don't give a fuck, I'm rich, bitch
3 cars and a truck, I'm rich, bitch
Hit the club an' tear it up

So whatchu laughin' at nigga? I don't see shit funny
I wasn't rappin' bout it dawg, I was really gettin' money
I was really in the streets, I was really gettin' change
I was really stackin' paper, I really drove a Range