Rich Niggaz Lyrics

Why, why, why

Why, why

Cash Money, Rich Niggaz

Look

[Lil' Wayne]

Loud pipes, big rims

Nigga, that's my life

When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night

I know a lot of haters probably sayin 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

Ha, ha, ha

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 B-12

And we was next

Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L

Le-Le-Lex

Ha

[1st Chorus]

I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

[Juvenile]

Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A bound

Now I be bustin these bitches head when I come 'round

Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit

Look into my bed sayin that's a mad hit

I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin

My Rollie ain't mine and my bank ain't climbin

You lookin 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 say it

Teach it like I preach it; now, put that in your head

Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuttin

Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin

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 lookin at us

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[Turk]

I got more ends than Bonnie 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 fucking 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 isles and cars

And break bread with my crew

[2nd Chorus]

I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

[Paparue]

Uh, uh, uh

Hear me

It's like, monkey see, monkey do

Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true

Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene

Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming

When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer

??? Benz, or in 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 ???

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 with me

Those that got me wicked, then I do some free

For free!

Juvenile Rich Niggaz