[Russell Lee]
Yeah, Yeah yeah
I'm a spit some of this real game
Some real shit
Some shit, some real talk
Na, na
Whoa-oh, Whoa na, whoa, oh, whoa

[Richie Rich]
Ugh, check my watch
Check watch, check my chain
It's simple and plain
The plain, the Chevy wit the blew out brains
As I bounce and mash
Count mash, count this cash
Floss and flash
Cop flash, cop and blow a zip wit Bashenter added
Since everything is big in Texasenter deleted
then where's the zag's?
I'm a cross across the finish line
Tell line, tell me where's the flags?
Brought my rag top
Should top, should have brought the Jag
On the beach me and Beesh
Look Beesh, look at all this assenter added
I could tell you stories but can show you cash
Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass
To the next playa hater
And and he'll break like glass
Now I got a bunch of peopleenter deleted
digging' through my padsenter added
So I choose to floss
Cuz 'cause who's the boss, let's ink it
It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it
Some yell it and tell it
it, I blow it and smoke it and smell it
Let's spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what?

[Chorus: Russell Lee]
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah ya
But it's really nothin' though (But
it's really nothin' though)
But it's really nothin' though (But
it's really nothin' though)

[Baby Bash]
I could show you somethin' dirty deepenter deleted
up in them corners mayne
WhatWhat's the deal?
I could bend the block and make itenter deleted
hotter than a Forman grill
I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice
I could show you mother fuckin'enter deleted
snitches straight to Belizeenter added
Now that's low
Fa low, fa sho', conspiracy and parole
I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho
I could show you poor and happy, orenter deleted
rich one's that lose they mind
I could show you dime pieces inenter deleted
school fashion designenter added
I could show you street lights
streetlights and heart beak hotels
I could show you young cats gettin' popped wit yayo
Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me
And from the looks of thangs theenter deleted
popo's ain't understandin' meenter added
The original digital scale reader
The pedigree playa who be stackin' his Velveeta
I could show you boss stuntin'enter deleted
so fuckin' disgustin'
I could show you rapper's frontin' butenter deleted
mayne it's really nothin'
[Chorus]I can show you better than I can tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
But it's really nothin' though
But it's really nothin' though

[A-Wax]
I could show you
you, I could reach you and teach you
I know you and where you comin' from
from, I understand it
This been goin' on forever dog
It's dog, it's no end
Life is like a bullet in yourenter deleted
back from a close friendenter added
Disappointed to the point whereenter deleted
I'm runnin' by myself
Never knowin' where I'm goin'enter deleted
start to wonder myself, yeah
Money was a necessity
My necessity, my greed got the best of me
You think you smokin' Uncle B
Who B, who got the recipe?enter added
I'm sayin' it's nothin'
nothin', I say it sincerely, and speakin' clearly
I'd rather you respect me than fear me
I came a long way and still I got a while to go
You probably thinkin' to yourself
yourself, "What's he smilin' for?"enter added
My dog Bash about to be platinum doin' his thang
So if you hate him for it, boyenter deleted
you fakin' and know it
We takin' this money
Big money, big bundles of bills
I'm like a whole 'nother personenter deleted
when it come to this skrill

I can show you better than I can tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
But it's really nothin' though
But it's really nothin' though

I can show you better than I can tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
But it's really nothin' though
But it's really nothin' though