Rich Money

Verse One I'm hustlin' all day and I'm hustlin' all night, I'm hustlin' till these money stacks reach a decent height, I'm black, I'm young, and I'm rockin' so much white gold, So keep yo hands off or you might catch tha right cold, And in these Windsor streets it ain't nothin' but Windsor heat, Police tryina get to me cause I'm heavy in this industry, I'm a son of a H-U-S-T-L-A, I ain't from LA, but Baby I'm well paid, Rich Money his blood brothas, spend money like gun owners, Hookin' up tha profitz, we even sell herb to these young stoners, It ain't my fault, it's tha game's fault, it's what the game brought, Niggaz in tha street talkin shit till they hear dem thangz pop, pop, One man down, one man burried 6 feet unda tha ground, That's what happens when a nigga fucks with a hustla's town, And accordin' to tha forecast I aint gon' need a fuckin' sweater, Cuz tha sunshine's makin ma studs shine, this is what I call Hustlin' Weather. Chorus (x2) This Hustlin' weather, this hustlin weather, We hustlin' around da city, stay strapped with a loaded trigga, This is Hustlin weather, this is hustlin weather, 519 is what we rep, so get your shit together, nigga Verse Two I'm ridin' down your hood in a Brougham D'Elegance Windows tinted up, rims sittin' heavy like the elephants, Hat tilted to the side, stunna shades infronta my eyes, Rockin all black, posted in the Dub smokin' blunts and gettin' high, I be reppin' my city from North to South and East to West, If a nigga run up on me his chances are he'll bleed to death, Man I invest money everyday like I was a nigga workin' for Canada Trust, My job is to Hustle full time and make these rolled Canada Bucks, Fuckin' with me is like fuckin' with a hungry pitbull, I'll put you in tha graveyard with your named carved in these bloody crystals, I show no emotion, I got a temper that'll make your eyes open, I mean wide open, tha next thing that you know is that your eye's broken, My niggas in these Windsor hoods, be smokin' on these Windsor buds, Sellin' to these mothafuckkaz before they reach these Windsor clubs, You know we heavy in tha game, and also heavy in the lanes, Catch us holdin' up our chains, and makin' money as we sayin'.

She love it wen I kiss her body & give her da chills, Got her tellin' all her friends that Rich Money da real, I supply her with all her needs and make sure she's alright, Cause my pockets are filled with 20s and she gon' be ballin' tonight, Chillin' infronta tha Caddy like a ornament on tha Phantom, Tha wheels are rimmed, tha lights are dimmed, so you know I'm lookin' handsom, I, I just do it how I usually do it, Make love in tha back and turn on some R&B music, Sippin' some R&B fluid, cuz she a girl that like to get tipsy, I ain't drinkin' too much, I'm on tha road goin' 50, Back to tha westside where I reach my crib, Watch a few new movies then hop in my king size bed, I'm gettin' some head, yeah I'm gettin' some head, Den she got on top and rode my dick like it was a Benz, After a while I roll a mini-blunt & smoke some weed, And before you know it, you hear snorin' & see a buncha Z's.

The name is Rich Money, I'm chillin with my nigga Black Knight, In the 519, blastin' niggas if they decline to act right, We 17, makin' loot, gangsta lean, we stayin' true, All da ladies comin' our direction cuz we true playas, dude, Catch us in the Westside puffin' Captain Black cigars, Stackin' stacks with heart, unemployed but we hustle with tha dice and cards, In tha 21st Century, we show these niggas what we bout, They talkin' shit cuz we ain't from tha East, tha North, or tha South, But listen here, I ain't got alotta beef but I'm always down to have some, You fuck with me, you fuck with an army strapped up with tha black guns, To all my hood niggas, go and put yo fuckin' hoodies on, Light a blunt and pass it on, now represent what hood ya from, In Dub City, I got these bitches inlove with me, My name posted on they walls sayin "I <3 Richie", Black and white Dickie Suit, I'm suited up and booted up, Yes this me, it's 2007 and I'mma true it up.