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 - 范逸臣
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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
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歌詞解析
一句話主旨
透過物質財富的展示與街頭生存法則的敘述，展現從貧窮翻身後的狂傲與權力渴望。
主題
財富、階級翻轉、街頭威望與物質主義。
情緒
狂妄、自信、充滿攻擊性與挑釁意味。
意象與手法
本曲運用擬人化手法，將名錶、名車與珠寶賦予「發言權」，以此象徵財富即是身分地位的代言人。歌詞採用大量的街頭俚語與炫富意象，透過對比過去的貧困與現在的豪奢，營造出一種「不可一世」的敘事者形象。
重點句解讀
一、「I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」：將手錶與名車擬人化，表達出敘事者將自我的社會價值完全建立在物質財富之上，認為財富比言語更具溝通效力。
二、「I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b*h」：這句話直接點出核心主題，即階級的劇烈變動。透過對過去貧窮狀態的自嘲與現在富有狀態的傲慢，強調財富帶來的絕對主導權。
三、「My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in」：以車輪鋼圈的價值與他人成長的居所進行對比，透過極致的物質差距，展現出對競爭對手毫不留情的羞辱與優越感。
四、「I can't go commercial, they love me in the street」：強調自身根植於街頭的真實性，拒絕為了主流商業市場而妥協，展現出對街頭文化認同感的執著。
適合情境
適合在追求自我激勵、展現自信態度，或感受強烈嘻哈節奏與街頭氛圍時聆聽。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌在當年聽起來確實很有意思，范逸臣挑戰詮釋這類充滿街頭傲氣與硬派風格的作品，對照他平時給人深情款款的印象，這種反差感相當強烈。歌詞赤裸地描繪了從一無所有到功成名就的過程，那種把財富、名車與珠寶當作身分象徵的姿態，字裡行間滿是對於生存遊戲的狂妄與自信。
撇開那些對世俗成功極度張揚的敘述，這首歌更像是一場關於階級翻身的自我宣告，聽著節奏強烈的律動，能感覺到那種不願再回到過去、誓要掌控自己命運的決心。這不是那種適合在安靜午後細品的音樂，反倒適合在需要提振精神、或是想感受那股「老子說了算」的霸氣時刻播放。雖然內容充滿了街頭粗獷的氣息，但對於想一窺歌手不同表演面相的樂迷來說，這確實是個值得留意的切片，展現了他在詮釋硬派氣口時，那種少見的冷冽與銳利。
歌曲冷知識
【魔鏡歌詞網・歌曲冷知識】
・歌詞巧妙運用擬人法，讓手錶、跑車與飾品成為主角的發言人，展現極度奢華的自信態度。
・透過詳列週一到週五更換不同名車的行程，具體勾勒出從貧困到富有後的強烈生活反差。
・全曲以不斷重複的副歌強化貧富轉換的轉折感，極具節奏張力的排比句法適合在駕駛或派對場景聆聽。