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 - 虎二
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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
Em
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
EAD#mF#
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie?
EEm
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
AmEm
My whip saying quit playing nigga, get in
AEEm
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
EEm
Shorty it's only right that we ball together
EEmAmEm
I'm into bigger things, y'all niggas know my style
AmEEmA
Your wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
EEm
My pinky ring talk it say "Fifty, I'm sick."
AmEmEEm
That's why these niggas is on my d**k
EEmAmEm
Some hate me, some love my hits
AmEmA
Flex my man he gon' bump my shit
EEm
See I'm a lair man I really don't care
EEmEEm
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
EAmEm
You try and play me I'mma blaze it in
EA
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
AmEAEm
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
AmAEEm
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
EAm
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
EmAmEA
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
EA
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
EmAEEm
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
EAm
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
EmEA
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
EEmE
New York niggas, copy niggas like it's all good
EmE
**** around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
AmEm
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no ****ing bama
EEmA
I'm from NY whoady, but I know country grammar
EEm
See me I get it crunk, niggas go head and front
EEm
I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done （yeah）
EAmEm
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
AmEEmA
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad chump
EEmEEm
Don't make me hit ya up, these shells will split ya up
EEm
I lay you down, the coroners will come and get ya up
EAmEm
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay with heat
AmEG#m
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
EEm
I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
EEm
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bruh man
EAmEm
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
AmEA
C-O screaming shut the **** up in the pen
EAEm
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
EEm
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
EAmEm
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
EAEm
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
AAmE
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
EmE
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
EmEAm
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
EmAmEAC#m
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
Em
I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
C#mEm
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
C#mEm
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
C#m
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
EEmEEm
Shorty she can tell ya about my d**k game
EEm
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
EAmEm
Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
EEmA
These young boys, they done got they own work man
EEm
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
EAEEm
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
E
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
EmEA
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
EA
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b***h
EmE
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit b***h
EmEAm
You can find me in the fo' dot six b***h
EmEAEEmEEmEAmEmAmEEmAEEmEEmEEmE
In the backseat fondling ya b***h tits
和弦由 AI 自動分析音訊產生（自動辨識，僅供參考）。
AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 E 調為 1，數字上下點為高低八度）。為自動估計、個別音可能有誤，僅供哼唱抓調參考，非正式樂譜。彈唱請看「和弦」分頁。
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曲解析
《Poor Lil Rich》調性為 E 大調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 E、Em、Am、A。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
透過物質符號與自誇語氣，詮釋從貧窮到富有的階層躍升與自我價值確認。
主題
個人經濟地位的逆轉與對既得利益者的蔑視，聚焦於物質豐裕帶來的權力感與社會認同。
情緒
自信驕傲中夾雜著對過去的嘲諷，並隱含對現狀的滿足與對異見者的威脅感。
意象與手法
以「腕錶」「車輛」「金飾」等物質符號象徵財富，透過重複句式強化自我宣示，並運用「貧窮／富裕」對照突顯階層轉變。
重點句解讀
1. 「I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b*h」
以強烈對比宣示經濟地位的逆轉，「poor」與「rich」的對立凸顯社會階層的躍升。
2. 「My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in」
用車輪（chromes）價格凌駕房產，暗示財富超越傳統物質標竿，並暗諷對方出身卑微。
3. 「See I'm a lair man I really don't care」
自稱「說謊者」卻漠視他人評價，展現對社會規範的叛逆與自我中心的態度。
4. 「Don't make me hit ya up, these shells will split ya up」
威脅語氣結合槍枝意象，凸顯財富帶來的權力與暴力威懾。
適合情境
自我勵志時的聽歌選擇、街頭文化氛圍的營造、或對物質主義價值觀的反思場景。
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）。