I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie?
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing nigga, get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty it's only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things, y'all niggas know my style
Your wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky ring talk it say "Fifty, I'm sick."
That's why these niggas is on my d**k
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon' bump my shit
See I'm a lair man I really don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and play me I'mma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
New York niggas, copy niggas like it's all good
**** around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no ****ing bama
I'm from NY whoady, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggas go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done （yeah）
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, these shells will split ya up
I lay you down, the coroners will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay with heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bruh man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
C-O screaming shut the **** up in the pen
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my d**k game
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
Poor Lil Rich - 緋村柯北
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[00:07.480]I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
[00:10.350]My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie?
[00:13.160]My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
[00:15.790]My whip saying quit playing nigga, get in
[00:18.290]My earring saying we can hit the mall together
[00:21.040]Shorty it's only right that we ball together
[00:23.860]I'm into bigger things, y'all niggas know my style
[00:26.600]Your wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
[00:29.350]My pinky ring talk it say "Fifty, I'm sick."
[00:32.040]That's why these niggas is on my d**k
[00:35.040]Some hate me, some love my hits
[00:37.790]Flex my man he gon' bump my shit
[00:40.480]See I'm a lair man I really don't care
[00:43.160]I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
[00:45.850]You try and play me I'mma blaze it in
[00:48.290]My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
[00:50.980]I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
[00:53.730]Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
[00:56.290]You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
[00:58.980]In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
[01:01.540]I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
[01:04.230]Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
[01:07.110]You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
[01:09.730]In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
[01:12.660]New York niggas, copy niggas like it's all good
[01:15.730]**** around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
[01:18.410]I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no ****ing bama
[01:21.110]I'm from NY whoady, but I know country grammar
[01:23.790]See me I get it crunk, niggas go head and front
[01:26.540]I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done （yeah）
[01:29.350]My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
[01:31.980]You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad chump
[01:34.670]Don't make me hit ya up, these shells will split ya up
[01:37.480]I lay you down, the coroners will come and get ya up
[01:40.100]See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay with heat
[01:42.600]I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
[01:45.480]I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
[01:48.160]Don't make me show up in ya crib like bruh man
[01:50.980]Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
[01:53.600]C-O screaming shut the **** up in the pen
[01:55.980]I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
[01:58.670]Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
[02:01.420]You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
[02:04.030]In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
[02:06.780]I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
[02:09.410]Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
[02:12.150]You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
[02:14.720]In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
[02:17.650]I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
[02:20.590]Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
[02:23.220]Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
[02:25.970]Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
[02:28.720]Shorty she can tell ya about my d**k game
[02:31.350]But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
[02:34.030]Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
[02:36.720]These young boys, they done got they own work man
[02:39.410]I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
[02:42.030]Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
[02:44.720]You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
[02:47.410]In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
[02:50.150]I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
[02:52.720]Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
[02:55.530]You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
[02:58.030]In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
移調 原調
GmC
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
CmFmA#mFmG#A#
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie?
GmD#CmA#
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
CmFmG#
My whip saying quit playing nigga, get in
FmA#D#A#mC#
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
GCmGG#
Shorty it's only right that we ball together
A#D#CmGm
I'm into bigger things, y'all niggas know my style
A#CmG#
Your wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
A#GmA#CCm
My pinky ring talk it say "Fifty, I'm sick."
C
That's why these niggas is on my d**k
FFmG#A#A#m
Some hate me, some love my hits
D#mA#D#D#mD#D#mC
Flex my man he gon' bump my shit
CmFmG#G#mD#
See I'm a lair man I really don't care
A#Cm
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
FmG#G#m
You try and play me I'mma blaze it in
A#A#mD#A#mD#G#A#
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
CmCFmG#FmG#
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
D#A#mA#D#CmCCm
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
FmG#A#
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
G#A#
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
D#G#C#
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
G
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
A#GG#Fm
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
A#D#mCmA#Cm
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
G#FmA#
New York niggas, copy niggas like it's all good
D#A#mC#C#mC#G
**** around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
DmGmG#FmG#
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no ****ing bama
A#D#CmA#DmCm
I'm from NY whoady, but I know country grammar
G#
See me I get it crunk, niggas go head and front
A#GmA#A#mFCCm
I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done （yeah）
CCm
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
G#
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad chump
FmA#A#mG#CmC
Don't make me hit ya up, these shells will split ya up
CmG#
I lay you down, the coroners will come and get ya up
FmD#A#Cm
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay with heat
FFmG#
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
D#A#A#mFmFCm
I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
G#
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bruh man
A#mA#G#
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
FmG#A#
C-O screaming shut the **** up in the pen
D#CmA#GmCm
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
G#FmA#A#m
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
D#A#mC#G
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
GmGG#A#
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
D#CmGmA#Cm
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
G#D#A#
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
GmA#CCm
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
CFm
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
G#A#A#mA#D#mD#
I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
GmA#CmFCFmG#
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
G#mD#
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
A#mA#FCmFm
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
G#A#D#A#
Shorty she can tell ya about my d**k game
D#A#GmCmF
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
FmG#G#mA#
Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
D#CmCCmG#
These young boys, they done got they own work man
D#A#D#mG#
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
FmD#mA#mA#G#
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
C#A#mFmG
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
GmG#
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
FmG#D#A#GmD#m
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
CmA#GmCmG#
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
A#mA#A#m
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
C#GGmG#FmG#A#GmD#A#GmCmG#GmA#A#mFCCmCCmD#A#FA#GGmGD#A#FA#DmGGmA#GmG#D#GmA#D#CmA#CmG#FmA#mA#D#A#mC#C#mC#GA#GmG#FmG#A#D#A#CmG#A#GmA#CCmCCmG#A#CGmCmG#A#CGm
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
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曲解析
《Poor Lil Rich》調性為 C 小調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 A#、G#、Cm、Fm。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
描繪從貧窮到富有的轉變與對過去的嘲諷。
主題
貧富差距、自我實現、街頭文化與物質主義的對比。
情緒
自負、誇耀、憤怒、自信、嘲諷。
意象與手法
以奢侈品（如手錶、跑車、鑽石）象徵財富，透過重複副歌強化命運翻轉的主題，並運用直接且粗獷的語言展現街頭語境。
重點句解讀
1. 「I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b*h」
原文直述貧富轉變，強調現狀的優越與過去的卑微對比，帶有自我肯定與對過去的否定。
2. 「My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in」
以「chromes」（車輛飾品）價格凌駕他人成長環境，突顯財富壓倒性優勢，暗諷階層差異。
3. 「Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing」
即使處於困境（監禁），仍堅持自我風格，展現不屈服的街頭精神與個人主義。
4. 「I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday」
透過車款更換展現快速致富的戲劇性，暗示物質主義與消費主義的浮華。
適合情境
面對批評時的自我辯護、慶祝成功時的誇耀、街頭文化氛圍的沉浸、或對社會階層議題的反思。
魔鏡站長解析
站長私房短評：打動人的地方、適合什麼時刻聽（產生後永久保存）。
歌曲冷知識
AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。