Rich Niggaz feat. Paparue,Turk,Lil Wayne

歌詞

Why, why, why, why, why, why Why, why? Cash money, Rich Niggaz, look Loud pipes, big rims, nigga, that's my life As I pull up at the club, sorry, that's my knife I know a lot of haters probably saying that, that's not right Well, my diamonds so much bigger So, that's my life, gleam, gleam Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching Now, 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 I crack myself up, I know I talk 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 to think about it So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it And me with no ice is like a Prince Concert that ain't crowded They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B12, and we was next Then that's when I pull up in the B E L L L L EX I'm on fire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot We on fire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Juvenile I used to be R T A bound Now, I be busting these bitches when I come around Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit Look into my bed saying that's a mad hit I'll be damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shining My Rollie ain't rinning, 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 feel 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 crystal and drink something Meet me in the casino, way in the back Losin' 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, hot We on fire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot I got more ends than Bunny have in a factory I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control Playing with millions, laying in condos Nigga I shine, shine through the fuckin' week The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler Got more weight than Angola, fucking your girl Carla Nigga I stunt and I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more Chest lit up like the oaks 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 And all the foes that get close to me got to 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, hot We on fire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot B.G. on fire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Uhh, uhh, uhh, hear me, it's like, monkey see, monkey do Rolling with the cash money runners, I stay true 'Cause when we're running and changin' on the million dollar scene Holding together, mo de ming, mo de ming + When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer Followed by the Benz and the Lex Bubble When I start they said I had no fame Now all the girls just end up calling my name 10 G's to [Incomprehensible] Fax the contract to big Cash Money 'Cause you know this whole clique, right with me They're right with me, Sip pe di dy Won't count the diamonds just around my neck X amount a dollars on a bankroll check If you want to really come and sing to me Those that got me wicked, then I do somethin' for free