Break The Pot
Rich Boy Lyrics

Throw a hundred on the fifty try make it pop
I'm gambling with my money, hoping to make a profit.

We da best straight to the top
I'm confident in my success and expect to climb higher.

Nigga have you ever spend a hundred fifty thou cash on the court case
I'm so wealthy that I can afford to spend a lot of money on legal matters.

Walk about that bitch, grab your nuts and turn back on the base
I'm so confident that I won't let anyone or anything intimidate me.

Big wheels with that most have not, Box Chevrolet with the big block
I have expensive, custom-made, and rare cars.

When I pull up on the spot, Bitch wipe me down when I'm hopping out
I'm so rich that even strangers will wait on me and cater to my needs.

And I'm tired of this and I'm tired of that, Boy thing it's over cause my pocket's fat
I'm rich and have the financial means to end any negative situation or problem.

I love the cheese but I hate the rats, They talking sh*t but no no to feds
I like money but don't like the people who try to take it away from me; I'm smart enough not to tell the authorities about it.

Now pour me up that purp stuff, Mix me up a whole nother deuce
I want to drink a large quantity of a drug cocktail called purp.

I love the money and bitches too, Choppers for me baby what it do
I enjoy both wealth and women, and I also have guns (choppers).

Break break break the pot, Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
I'm continuing to gamble and put my money on the line.

My bitches saw that p*ssy hoe, They get busted open on stripper poles
The women I'm with like to dance at strip clubs and show off their bodies.

I pull rubber bands on my bank rolls, My ice so cold, no po froze
I keep my money in rubber bands and wear expensive, cold jewelry without freezing.

My diamonds shining, my hoes fine, They smoke time and I blow their mind
My jewelry sparkles, my women are attractive, they smoke drugs, and I impress them.

Peter Pan, break the pot, Rip it off and nigga make a lot
I'm using Peter Pan as a code word to keep gambling and trying to make money.

You're talking like you were your block, But you got that and told the cop
You act like you're tough and from the streets, but you snitched to the police.

Can't copy me I'm too many styles, She tips and I acting better wise
No one can imitate me because I have too many unique qualities; I'm cautious with women who try to exploit me.

Prostitutes can make a stick, My party them keep the swisha lit
Even prostitutes can roll a joint, and my buddies help keep the party going with more weed.

Pimps like me with the game ain't fools, Six nigga hoes in one condo
I'm a smart pimp, and I can fit six women into a single apartment.

Smoke and blow, roll up one more, Blunt burn up till my eyes turn low
I enjoy smoking weed and want to keep rolling more until I feel high enough.

Drop my top with the car ain't moe, Pull out slow that's how she roll
I lower the roof of my car and drive slowly to impress women.

Kobe throw then my dick no choke, And now do that sh*t like it's all you know ho
My sexual prowess is smooth and unstoppable; I want you to perform sexually as if you were an expert.