Richer Dreams (feat. Young Nudy)
808 Mafia
Man, I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly (hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, man nigga, trust me" (hey)
When it's all said and done, she still gon' suck me (hey)
Money fast, how it come? Like it rush me, hey
Yeah, but I want a bigger bag, want a bigger crib, hey
Want a bigger chain, hey, want the sickest whip, hey
Want some bigger shit, hey, when I'm bigger bitch, hey
We just nigga rich, hey, bitch, I'm nigga rich
That nigga not cut like me, can't get no bucks like me
That's why I don't chill with them niggas, I rather get richer alonе
Yeah, I'ma home run hitter, yеah, I just be taking her home
And you is a phony nigga, man, you can't go back home
I be in the hood like every month, these niggas more pressed than the Claremont's
My life a movie, I'm Paramount, but it's some shit I don't share about
Tell me more shit I don't care about, I'm waiting on money, what Pi'erre about?
Can't be scared and stay in the house, used to throw parties and air it out
Now I'm up for a Grammy now, we got first not second down
Chase that town, we gon' throw it out, money like hair how I grow it out
I was on rush for real, bitch, I'm four for real
My nigga don't lift no weight, but he always holds the steel
My nigga done caught a case, they trying to give him ten years
Shawty showed the future fast, that past catches up for real
Introduce you to the bag, and we gon' touch a 'mil
You know why my pockets fat, 'cause my bank like Uncle Phil's
Man, I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly (hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, my nigga, trust me" (hey)
When it's all said and done, she still gon' suck me (hey)
Money fast, now it come like it rush me, hey
Yeah, but I want a bigger bag, want a bigger crib, hey
Want a bigger chain, hey, want the sickest whip, hey
Want some bigger shit, hey, when I'm bigger bitch, hey
We just nigga rich, hey, bitch, I'm nigga rich
Yeah, EA monster
Big guns (big guns), big clips (big clips)
Better run (better run), sank ships (sank ships)
We kill shit (we kill shit), like the Navy (the Navy)
If you switched, then yo' pussy ass Fugazi (you pussy)
I got racks on me, fucking yo' old lady (oh yeah)
She might come back to your nigga maybe (nigga, maybe)
I might send a shooter round yo' way maybe (maybe)
Hope these niggas ain't tough, nigga don't try to play with me (don't play with me)
I'ma keep it on my side, bitch, it spray with me (oh yeah)
.30 round, a .100 round, this on Glock 17 (yeah)
I'm the same nigga, came up out them apartments (trenches)
Man, I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly (hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, my nigga, trust me" (hey)
When it's all said and done, she still gon' suck me (hey)
Money fast, now it come like it rush me, hey
Yeah, but I want a bigger bag, want a bigger crib, hey
Want a bigger chain, hey, want the sickest whip, hey
Want some bigger shit, hey, when I'm bigger bitch, hey
We just nigga rich, hey, bitch, I'm nigga rich
Man, I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly (hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, man nigga, trust me" (hey)
When it's all said and done, she still gon' suck me (hey)
Money fast, how it come? Like it rush me, hey
Yeah, but I want a bigger bag, want a bigger crib, hey
Want a bigger chain, hey, want the sickest whip, hey
Want some bigger shit, hey, when I'm bigger bitch, hey
We just nigga rich, hey, bitch, I'm nigga rich
That nigga not cut like me, can't get no bucks like me
That's why I don't chill with them niggas, I rather get richer alonе
Yeah, I'ma home run hitter, yеah, I just be taking her home
And you is a phony nigga, man, you can't go back home
I be in the hood like every month, these niggas more pressed than the Claremont's
My life a movie, I'm Paramount, but it's some shit I don't share about
Tell me more shit I don't care about, I'm waiting on money, what Pi'erre about?
Can't be scared and stay in the house, used to throw parties and air it out
Now I'm up for a Grammy now, we got first not second down
Chase that town, we gon' throw it out, money like hair how I grow it out
I was on rush for real, bitch, I'm four for real
My nigga don't lift no weight, but he always holds the steel
My nigga done caught a case, they trying to give him ten years
Shawty showed the future fast, that past catches up for real
Introduce you to the bag, and we gon' touch a 'mil
You know why my pockets fat, 'cause my bank like Uncle Phil's
Man, I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly (hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, my nigga, trust me" (hey)
When it's all said and done, she still gon' suck me (hey)
Money fast, now it come like it rush me, hey
Yeah, but I want a bigger bag, want a bigger crib, hey
Want a bigger chain, hey, want the sickest whip, hey
Want some bigger shit, hey, when I'm bigger bitch, hey
We just nigga rich, hey, bitch, I'm nigga rich
Yeah, EA monster
Big guns (big guns), big clips (big clips)
Better run (better run), sank ships (sank ships)
We kill shit (we kill shit), like the Navy (the Navy)
If you switched, then yo' pussy ass Fugazi (you pussy)
I got racks on me, fucking yo' old lady (oh yeah)
She might come back to your nigga maybe (nigga, maybe)
I might send a shooter round yo' way maybe (maybe)
Hope these niggas ain't tough, nigga don't try to play with me (don't play with me)
I'ma keep it on my side, bitch, it spray with me (oh yeah)
.30 round, a .100 round, this on Glock 17 (yeah)
I'm the same nigga, came up out them apartments (trenches)
Man, I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly (hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, my nigga, trust me" (hey)
When it's all said and done, she still gon' suck me (hey)
Money fast, now it come like it rush me, hey
Yeah, but I want a bigger bag, want a bigger crib, hey
Want a bigger chain, hey, want the sickest whip, hey
Want some bigger shit, hey, when I'm bigger bitch, hey
We just nigga rich, hey, bitch, I'm nigga rich
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Bryson March, Quantavious Thomas, Cory Moon, Jordan Timothy Jenks, Javier Mercado, Michael Fournier
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