Riches (feat. JiM, Kris J & Corey Miller) [3-0 Remix]

We're going to stay on the move
On the move yeah
On the move yeah
I ain't got time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose

Got a new ring for my misses
Yeah bank account for riches
You mad I that got digits for my pitches
Hate is in your jeans
Don't act too big for your britches
We're about that action
We making moves
Follow the clues
Presidents blue when we cash in
Supplying my fans with all this music
All while I'm selling my fashion
So many ways that this could have gone
But I chose to follow my passion
Rent a venue and get it cracking
Bro my spirit was broken
Had to invest down to my last dollar to keep it in motion
Every door God closed on me took that as an omen
Stick a pin in your opinion or I'll strike like I'm bowling
Think it's best you don't provoke him
It's Jizzle

Ain't trying to kill the groove
Kill the groove
Don't kill the groove
That ain't what I'm trying to choose
What I'm trying to choose
What I'm trying to choose

Man this shit feels like mimosas
Smoking rolling man I'm still posted
Rap police I see them watching
But I'm still blowing
Still pushing up the hill for my dreams and whatnot
Still class of stoners every time a nigga drop
Bombs on these niggas
They don't want it with us
Audio trapping in that kitchen
Me and Avory in it
Dedicated to this winning
Do a life sentence
Know I failed to mention
But this pimping got your bitch tripping
Yeah
Skip the line
Talk shit because they're way behind
No three six but ask them who want it now
Wordplay recess rap
Feel like Wayne
When that nigga came straight from the bottom of the map
Where's 50 get the strap
Ya'll niggas love to actress
I ain't never did that script
Moon walking on the moon like a back flip
To the money though
The only thing we're running for
Run with money green
Be a hundred though
Tell me run it though
Keep my eyes on scope
Roll a hundred more
Til it's time to go
Yeah until it's time to go
Kris J

Yeah I got something for these bitches
Foreign wheels
They don't want you until you're whipping
Hello misses
Hop in the ride let's get missing
Stop being shy though I glisten
I get it my worth's a million
Million on the way better lock and load
Say you're getting money what you got to show
Mad because I'm good and I got the glow
I'm hot for sure
You couldn't never top the flow
I'm about to blow I'm out the door
I'm out for more
Couple hundred million and I'm out the door
Never sit and wait for your drop to go
You never got fed because your mouth was closed
Killing niggas I'm a lethal weapon
If you ain't equipped then you need to exit
I'm forever sinning need to see a reverend
Boy I murder rappers you can be the next one
You ain't got to like it but you're going to respect it
Fuck us until you see us then you never said it
Corey Miller anyone can get it
When you send a beat send a paramedic
Boy I'm out