It
was me,
Joey B,
and Cocaine James,
don't know who
Same clique,
same friends,
never change on my folks
You know how it boys did,
got them thangs with a low
Wives full of straight swigs with your legs on the low
All this money in the world,
it's a shame to go broke
Everybody got dreams, some just aiming too low
If fame is the goal, we can't get along
I aim to be paid, I aim to be great
Every day, all day, young and swank in my braids
Ah *, pop champagne till it break
Ah quick, ball our ways till we can
Till the grave will be rich,
we were made to be this
Back in praise for the gift that just can't be dispensed
Ah *, it's Kamiya
Ah *, please retire
Hi girl, set the city on fire
I been broke all my life,
now I wonder How does it feel to be rich?
How does it feel to be rich?
I done worked all my life, now I wonder
How does it feel to just live?
How does it feel to just live?
Everybody want money,
want the fame and the clothes Everybody losing friends,
people change when they grow
To be known in the game,
I been waiting to lose Spit fire,
spit flames,
and I came for the throne
Told them once,
told them twice,
this ain't what they want They speak is discreet
and they hate on the low If hate's all you know,
your face gotta go I aim for a chain,
you stagnant the same Every day,
all day,
young and swank in my chain Ah *,
drink champagne till I can Ah quick,
start the waves that you take Till I swag and I name,
but you can't be the game For I'm wits when we swang,
BMG do our thing Ah *,
it's Kamiya Ah *,
please retire Hi girl,
set the city on fire I been broke all my life,
now I wonder
How does it feel to be rich?
How does it feel to be rich?
I done worked all my life,
now I wonder How does it feel to just live?
How does it feel to just live?