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It's Not About You
RICHIE RICH, Simple E
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Niggas say it was the gold links and the top-shelf drinks
That had your ass stitched up before you switched up
Used to love a nigga and then I crossed the game
Couldn't change, so now the scene remains the same
You wanna be hard, toughie, but I know you
Don't make me bring up all the shit I did for you
You flipped the script when you hang with them hoes
You better quit woofing before you get a whooping
I must admit I had your back from the start
I was your lady and, my man, you played the part
Of the big shot, the rich brother on the block
Anything I wanted, you would buy it on the spot
Diamond rings, gold chains and things to show me off, right?
Make the money, act funny
Is that the routine? Oh, this how you wanna run it?
Hoo-ride with your friends like I'm all on it
It ain't even that serious
I know a whole lot of brothers wanna get with this
It ain't all about you, so remember this
Man make the money, money don't make the man
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you
Where you been?
What? Where I been? (Yeah, yeah)
Check this out, don't ask me no shit like that
First of all, how the fuck you gon' act?
Comin' at me with some old bullshit
Art Linkletter should've told you better
If it ain't about me, the shit ain't G
Do you understand? What I do is what I do
And why I do what I do to you
Is other business, so, shit, don't get it twisted
You mixed it up, so now I got to fix it up
Hate when a nigga get to chin-checkin'
Straighten that ass up in ten seconds
Can't bust a move if your hair ain't hit
Nails ain't hit, new boots, tryna look cute
Girl, I made you, and I can unplug the switch
Never ever cross the Rich
You bite the hands of the feeder and see how quick you lose weight
And still it's more news that date
You're fuckin' 'round with them losers
And now you ain't on your toes
I told you 'bout them raggedy hoes
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you
I used to worship the ground you walked on
So glad I moved on, got my own thing poppin'
Ho-hoppin', ain't quite Erykah
I'm the woman, you the man, who's Tabitha?
Who's Jessica, Kimberly and Keisha?
You was the bomb-diddy, now you just a piece of my memories
You and me? Child, please
Double-R, you's a star, ooh, now you wanna act up
Throw your hands up like you wanna fight somethin'
My crew'll run up in your spot like it ain't nothin'
Name-calling in an hour
You'll be crawling on your knees begging, "Please, baby, baby, please"
When I found you, you was a puppy with no collar
Believe I raised you and taught you 'bout the dollar
Cartier pavรฉ was the shit we stroke
Whole slabs of crab, so fat, remember that?
It's off the hook and now your ass is gone
See you later, gator, you still fuckin' with them haters?
Used to ride big body with the chrome shit
But now you busy eatin' lunch with the homeless
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you, baby
It's not about you
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