Chatper 13 rich Man Vs Poor Man Lyrics by Common

Chatper 13 rich Man Vs Poor Man Lyrics

    [featuring ynot]
    Intro whispering:
    Let's talk about money
    Get money
    Common sense want the money
    Let's talk about money.
    Common sense:
    I... be... the one they call peavey
    I'm poe, as edgar allen
    But i'm a poet when i'm freestylin
    Ynot:
    You got a design, masterwind, not never the less
    Fresh like l, addresss, yes the ls's here
    I appear on piers with my peers
    The imperial like margerin, i'm butter
    Yes like bel-air
    Common sense:
    Lookin' at my fake gucci, it's about that time
    It's time for some perculator
    I circulate around the block
    Black to get me a six pack a half of harrow's chicken
    A good combination, when i get bubbly i do it in moderation
    1 brew, 1 brew, i said 1 brew at a time
    Ynot:
    Well i'm a two timer of women that'll 3 times a lady
    Ms. haiti say sade and my ms.golper say
    "yo whoop there it is" call me e cause i equal mc's squared
    In the bed marks know i got the key to get the girls
    Noses open like the vapors, more pub than the papers
    More papers than the press, oh yes i gets paid
    Common sense:
    Yo, i didn't grow up up po po but once you get grown and out on your
    Own
    Bills apon bills apon bills is what you have
    Before you get your check than you already spend half
    See i make money, money doesn't make me
    I'm a reflection of my section and section 8
    Ynot:
    Enough, i own 8 sections of the world, where i'm sexin' 8 girls
    Where i have them comin' in (ugh) 8 seconds
    I told victoria her secret you suck life a crest
    I ultrawhite my secretery, i went to tibet
    To bet on a horse you bet your life
    Mine was better and now your deader, than a (door knob) eeea wrong
    Hook:
    Ynot:
    So what's your name?
    Common sense:
    I'm the com that wrote com sense, and when i don't got scratch
    I do feel tense, and if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy
    Ynot:
    Cause without the money
    "ain't a damn thing funny" (x3)
    Ynot:
    These rhymes i exchange like stock, i'm live like stock
    I rock like prudential, making ha ha from o
    That's mucho denero, like robert denero, irob berts denero
    A hero like the sandwich, a man which has mills like stephanie mills
    Dills like pickels, i'm fancy man like tickles like (the french)
    Not johnny but like a bench i press on like glue
    I stand like lee while you stagger like lee
    Most likely i'll gagger that bullish i pull ish like a magnet
    A dragnet, i don't drag i gets net income, yo bums i rush like
    Adrenaline
    I'm royal when i flush, your highest hush will get mushed like a
    Sleigh dog
    I saw dogs who are under me, i over man, call me doverman
    Cause i'm a pincer of pennies that's pretty, then you see green from
    All money
    I spend (what you do?) i stay fresh like mint from mint
    I ment my mint, know what i mean? i'm nice
    Real friendly like an officer, friendly and a gentleman
    Friendly like neighbors, not jim but like homer i got attention salute
    I kill loot but won't dilute, even if i threw garbage on the ground
    I couldn't pollute, man, i'm too rich for that, biiitch
    Hook:
    Common sense:
    So what's your name?
    Ynot:
    I'm ynot i own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha)
    Essentials and credentials and honies at my feet (come on)
    And when i walk the street i'm never looking bummy
    Common sense:
    Cause without the money
    "ain't a damn thing funny"
    Comm:
    Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man
    The black man of coarse he was po (yeah)
    The white man. he was rich (uh ha)
    And the chinnese man, he owned a store (alright c'mon)
    Ok the blackman lived on beech street
    The white man lived on wall street
    And the chinnese man's store is where they all meet
    Not really on the good foot
    Because the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes
    And in his shoes there were holes
    But the white man didn't care, shit he didn't have to wear it (uh ha)
    He scratched that pad he got from his parents, with his tight ass
    He would of been poor white trash, but anyway
    Everyday the blackman would ask for some spare change
    But adam, the white man would stare strange
    So the black man got fed up
    Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him
    And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him
    The chinnese man got noyd and broke out like a peon
    And now the blackman own the store and the name of it is leons
    (what's that?)
    Barbeque that is. rib tips hotsuace, mild sauce, fries

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