Rich Porter Skit Lyrics - Dreamchasers 3 - Meek Mill

Hustlers, fast cars 

Pretty women, big money 

And things in that nature 

Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter 

I'm really ballin' 

Bad bitches got 'em calling 

They really calling 

My Rollie flooded like New Orleans 

Just like New Orleans 

Ain't talking money, what you talking? 

Nigga what you talking? 

My bitch probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' money 

Don't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' money 

Ain't shit in life for free so we were talkin' money 

You hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me 

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They got me feeling like Rich Porter, I got them hoes 

Selling work we got them bricks, and got the most 

If he ain't test it I don't trust em', he prolly told 

[?] He got expose 

These niggas ratting and you fucking with these pussy niggas 

I put these hoes up on the jet and bring that pussy with us 

I bring that new thing through yo block, I see you looking nigga 

36 up in the pot like what you cooking nigga? 

Fish scale, I love the hustle, I'm 'bout my paper 

And I'm fly as Alpo before he drop a statement 

I knew I started getting money when I got them haters 

Boy won't you go and kill yourself and just do God a favor 

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Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter 

I'm really ballin' 

Bad bitches got 'em calling 

They really calling 

My Rollie flooded like New Orleans 

Just like New Orleans 

Ain't talking money, what you talking? 

Nigga what you talking? 

My bitch probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' money 

Don't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' money 

Ain't shit in life for free so we were talkin' money 

You hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me 

Don't you see a nigga ballin' like I'm Rayful Edmond (No snitching) 

My DC shooter Fat Trel hold up that Mac-Eleven 

Nail me to the cross I swear I'll never testify (Never) 

Never will, that Maybach murder got em' petrified 

I'm hard to kill, I'm counting cake up with my finest bitch 

Take off her makeup and she still look like a finalist 

Top models, pop bottles, catch you bitches slipping 

Do em' dirty that top dollar make a major difference 

I bought another Phantom, cash count that at the dealer 

It took an hour, fast money for us young niggas 

Can't run around, marble statues in the front and back (Boss) 

With no regard for the law, cause all I want is stacks 

So fuck em' all 

Feelin' like I'm Richard Porter 

I'm really ballin' 

Bad bitches got 'em calling 

They really calling 

My Rollie flooded like New Orleans 

Just like New Orleans 

Ain't talking money, what you talking? 

Nigga what you talking? 

My bitch probably wouldn't speak if you ain't talkin' money 

Don't even talk to me if you ain't talkin' money 

Ain't shit in life for free so we were talkin' money 

You hear that sound? I think it's Benji, he talkin' to me