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 - 譚維維
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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
AI 會分析這首歌的音訊自動產生和弦（約 1–2 分鐘，產生後永久保存）。
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歌詞解析
一句話主旨
透過物質符碼與身分轉換，詮釋從貧窮到富有的階級躍升與自我確證。
主題
階級流動、物質主義、自我敘事與社會對立。
情緒
自信、傲慢、反叛、滿足與隱藏的焦慮。
意象與手法
以「手錶」「車」「珠寶」等物質符碼象徵財富地位，透過「poor nigga」與「rich b*h」的對比強化身分轉換，重複副歌強化主題，並以粗礪語言凸顯嘻哈文化特質。
重點句解讀
1. 「I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich b*h」
直接點明貧富轉換的敘事核心，透過強烈語氣宣示自我價值的重建。
2. 「My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in」
以車輛飾品價格凌駕成長環境，隱喻財富對社會階層的顛覆性力量。
3. 「In the backseat fondling ya b*h tits」
透過具體行為描寫，暗示權力關係與物化他者的態度，反映物質主義對人際互動的影響。
4. 「I'm from NY whoady, but I know country grammar」
融合地域身分與語言反差，凸顯自我敘事的複雜性與對傳統規範的挑戰。
適合情境
自我慶功時聆聽、反思社會流動性的場合、需要情緒爆發的表演或創作靈感來源。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
聽著這首歌，能強烈感受到那種從底層翻身後，急於向世界證明自己的狂傲與張力。譚維維用她極具爆發力的聲線，將那種物化自我、以金錢與物質作為護身符的姿態詮釋得淋漓盡致。這不單單是關於炫耀，更像是在訴說一段從匱乏到極度膨脹的心理轉折，字裡行間充滿了對過往貧困的防衛與對現狀的絕對掌控。
這首歌特別適合在需要釋放情緒、或是想感受那種強勢節奏的時刻聆聽。它展現了一種近乎偏執的生存哲學，將名車、首飾與街頭生存法則交織在一起，構築出一個冷酷又真實的殘酷世界。雖然歌詞中的意象帶有強烈的侵略性，但作為聽眾，我們能從那股近乎宣洩般的演繹中，窺見創作者對於身分轉換後的複雜心境。這是一首很有個性的作品，值得你在深夜獨自開大音量，細細咀嚼那種不顧一切、只想昂首闊步的倔強。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞運用擬人法，將手錶、跑車與飾品賦予發聲能力，具象化主角透過物質展現自信的強勢態度。
・透過對比過去貧困與現今富有的生活狀態，強調財富累積後帶來的地位轉換與話語權。
・以一週七天輪換不同名車的具體敘事，精準刻畫出揮金如土的奢華生活場景。
・節奏強烈的副歌不斷重複財富與身分認同，展現出不畏流言、堅持自我風格的狂放性格。