Riches and Rhymes: Tales of Wealth, Love, and Swagger

My crib is nicer. Got wifey at home. You’re nice to pen on and wipe it like a hand. I see you old niggas looking like some old niggas. I’m in thisachi mansion with some Gucci gold slippers. I got more gold than my Miami’s and she a gold digger. That spandex might trip on my antics. Might take off the bandage. Might fall like a savage prayers out of magic. So, so savage. But I’m on one looking at you. Notice me? They notice me now. All they wanna listen to is your duty. See,