Lyrics Rich Boy – Break The Pot

Intro:
Yeah! Leggo!
Throw a hundred on the fifty try make it pop
We da best straight to the top,

Verse 1:
Nigga have you ever spend a hundred fifty thou cash on the court case,
Walk about that bitch, grab your nuts and turn back on the base,
Big wheels with that most have not,
Box Chevrolet with the big block
When I pull up on the spot,
Bitch wipe me down when I’m hopping out
And I’m tired of this and I’m tired of that,
Boy thing it’s over cause my pocket’s fat,
I love the cheese but I hate the rats
They talking shit but no no to feds
Now pour me up that purp stuff
Mix me up a whole nother deuce
I love the money and bitches too,
Choppers for me baby what it do, uhh.

Hook:
Rich boy, yeah
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, pot
Peter Pan straight to the top,
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
Yea, break the pot
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
Yeah, Rich Boy
Break break break the pot,
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot.

Verse 2:
My bitches saw that pussy hoe,
They get busted open on stripper poles
I pull rubber bands on my bank rolls
My ice so cold, no po froze
My diamonds shining, my hoes fine
They smoke time and I blow their mind
Don’t ecstasy so I gotta grind
The life we live but don’t wait in line
Peter Pan, break the pot,
Rip it off and nigga make a lot,
You’re talking like you were your block,
But you got that and told the cop
Can’t copy me I’m too many styles,
She tips and I acting better wise
She suck a dick an making freaky signs,
Aye pussy nigga how you lie me now?

Hook:
Rich boy, yeah
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, pot
Peter Pan straight to the top,
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
Yea, break the pot
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
Yeah, Rich Boy
Break break break the pot,
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot.

Verse 3:
Niggas notice how my hoe’s kids,
Will get so high when I smoke this
Ballin’ hard on my court bitch, ballin’ with that Jordan wirst
Might pull a prank at you nigga piss,
I’m shootin this I bitch miss,
Prostitutes can make a stick,
My party them keep the swisha lit
Pimps like me with the game ain’t fools,
Six nigga hoes in one condo,
Smoke and blow, roll up one more,
Blunt burn up till my eyes turn low,
Drop my top with the car ain’t moe,
Pull out slow that’s how she roll,
Kobe throw then my dick no choke
And now do that shit like it’s all you know ho

Hook:
Rich boy, yeah
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, pot
Peter Pan straight to the top,
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
Yea, break the pot
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
Yeah, Rich Boy
Break break break the pot,
Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot.