Rich Niggaz (Album Version (Explicit))
Juvenile
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What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Cash Money rich nigga, look
Loud pipes, big rims, nigga that's my life
Once I pull up at the club, sorry that's my night
I know a lot of haters probably saying that that's not right
But my diamonds so much bigger so that's my life
Bling bling, I only carry big faces you ain't no joke
And you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing
And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen
Ha ha, I crack myself up
I know I talk a lot but I can back myself up
Got a little house on the beach, that's where I shack myself up
You ain't really got more money than me? Think about it
Let's just say somebody gave me a check, took the bank up out it
So I just bought a new Rollie and gotta take a link about it
And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded
They see the Bimmer, the truck, and the V-12 and be, "What's next?"
Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L, double L-X
I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Juvenile used to be R-A-T-A bound
Now I be busting these bitches head when I come 'round
Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Look into my Benz tint, ask them ass-ists
I'll be damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shining
My Rollie ain't winding, my bank ain't climbing
You looking at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
Might don't have it now but I just got me a check
I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I said
Teach it like I preach it, now put that in your head
Nigga bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, ain't nothing
Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink something
Meet me in the casino way in the back
Losing money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps
Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status
We make so much money IRS be looking at us
I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
I got more ends than Bunnie have in the factory
I met Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me
Picture me a young nigga balling out of control
Playing with millions laying in condos
Nigga I shine, shine through the fuckin' week
The flyest ride with Cristal in the passenger seat
Don't hate me cause I'm a lil baller
Got more weight than Angola, nigga your girl call me
Nigga I stunt and I'ma stunt 'til I can't no more
Chest lit up like the O's from the diamonds I sport
Yo, I can't be touched
Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck
Rolex crushed out with the bezel
In order for hoes to get close to me gotta be on my schedule
I got so much money I don't know what to do
Buy houses and cars and break bread with my crew
I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
It's like monkey see, monkey do
Rolling with the Cash Money brothers I stay true
Cause when we're riding, shining on the million dollar scene
Niggas and bitches know what I mean, know what I mean
When I bring out the Rover and the Hummer
Followed by the Benz and the Lex bubble
When I started say I had no fame
Now all the girls them are calling me name
Ten G's to come and mama see me
Taxi contract to the Cash Money
Cause you know the whole clique ride with me
Ride with me, sh-bo-diddy, check
Look at the diamond chest around my neck
X amount of dollars on our bankroll check
If you want to really come and see Ruby
Don't say that me wicked inna this yah century
For real, yeah yeah