You Like Me Better Rich

Theres something about the way I get it
I do, I get it
Theres something about the way I did it
Like there’s nothing to it

You don’t wanna see a nigga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I caught where ya live with the 44 mag
Shut up your bitch, nigga
Show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we
Just waiting on the cash
You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit

Nigga time, money, money time
Smoke the barrell of the nine
See ya see ya blood leak
Tell ya punk ass weak lay down, stay down
Go ‘head kiss the?
Police box me in, I will kill a hostage
Bang bang close range
There won't be no get back
For the last time nigga
Tell us where the shit at
You’re working my nerves and
I ain't got patience
Barrell on my tre pound
I’ll let ya ass taste it

This little light of mine
I’m gon let it shine
Right under the barrell
I’m sure I won't miss
Say a prayer I don’t care
I’m here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
Your catching hot, hell so far away
Cough up the cash before shit get really bad
You don’t really really wanna see
A nigga when he mad

Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound
Some of you niggas ain't even up on this
Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance
They gon call this the greatest
Coe=meback of all time
This shit gon bring chills up your spine
G-g-g-g-g-unit