Richman

I mean what can I say

Three babies in the backseat singin' to you

Hey Dj won't you play that song for me

And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it

3oh3oh!3

I ain't callin' for a close-up

No clubs no cars bitches with the nose jobs

No dubs no stars

I'm 'a do it how I always have;

Whiskey in a 40 bag

Pissin' in the alleyway out back where the party's at

I'm 'a spend it on a new whip new hat new kicks

Bitches with the huge tits new gat new slips

I'm 'a do it how I always do;

Sleep until the break of noon

Wakin' just to make it through another night of shakin' you

And turn it up on your radio

I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go

I ain't signin' on a new lease

No cooks no keys

Models with the nose bleeds

White lace gold beads

I'm 'a run it like a marathon;

Party 'til I'm 50

Wake up on my parent's

Them cops still out to get me

And I ain't sippin' on a mixed drink

pinkie out lips pink

Talkin' to a rich skank filled up like a sperm bank

I'm 'a go where I always go;

Drinks are on the house

Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth

I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go

And if I was a rich man

I'd never been to sea

Could I take you anyways

Would you come with me baby?

And if I was a sick man

I'd never meant to be

Would you love me anyways

And would you marry me?