Tekster:
Fred Rich

me my slippers, black robe an' my globe An' I could rule the world with my eyes closed See the mission's to get what we don't got Until we filthy rich

done I'm a son of a G, I'm not a son of bitch I'm makin' sure that my son and my sons gon' be rich Daughters and my daughters in no particular order

it with my own cousin I got hoes 'cause I'm so rich, nigga Never get played and laid by no trick, nigga They only speak 'cause a brother done peeped strong I muss my hair like Fred

and Fred nigga Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone Never, never have I ever gave a fuck That Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred

the record never sold If you loved me I'd be number one Yeah, if you loved me I'd never come undone Yeah, if you loved me I'd be madonna rich Yeah,

But, I'm a always remember y'all 'Cuz after all y'all still my dogs And when ya jump we can still ball My nigga Ronnie, Lil Willie and Fat Fred Big Black

t forget the siamese cat And in the attic from Detroit is big, fat Uncle Fred Oh Grandpa wishes he were rich, and Grandma just complains (the bitch) And Uncle Fred

s Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller [Verse 1:] Im higher than the solar system marley twist 'em Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich

to speak to him immediately They played my video on MTV last week And just when I was thinkin' I was all that and then some In comes Fred Durst (Fred