Текст (слова) песни: Juvenile - Rich Niggaz

Why, why, why

Why, why, why

Why, why

Cash money, rich niggaz

Look

[lil wayne]

Loud pipes, big rims

Nigga, thats my life

As I pull up at the club, sorry thats my knife

I know a lot of haters probably saying that thats not right

Well, my diamonds so much bigger

So, thats 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 thats where I shack myself up

You aint really got more money than me

Think about it

Lets 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 aint crowded

They see the beam, and the truck, and the b-12

And we was next

Then thats when I pull up in the b-e-l

Le-le-lex

Ha

(1st chorus)

Im on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire

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

We on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire

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

[juvenile]

Juvenile I used to be

R-e-t-a bound

Now I be busting these bitches when I come around

Acting like a nigga that aint never had shit

Look into my bed saying thats a mad hit

Ill damned if these diamonds and golds aint shining

My rollie aint rinning

My bank and climbing

You looking at a multi-millionaire in the flesh

Might dont 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-aint nothing

Smoke a pound, pop the crystal and drink something

Meet me in the casino

Way in the back

Using money like a motherfucker

Still shooting crack

Tomorrow Ill be back

I got millionaire status

We make so much money irs be looking at us

(repeat 1st chorus 1x)

[turk]

I got more ends than bonnie have in a factory

Im lil turk, Im 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

Dont hate me, cause Im a little bawler

Got more weight than angola

Fucking your girl carla

Nigga I stunt,

And Im a stunt til I cant no more

Chest lit up like the oaks

From the diamonds I sport

Yo, I cant be touched

Dont think Im too much, nigga Im 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 dont know what to do

Buy isles and cars

And break bread with my crew

(2nd chorus)

Im 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

Its 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 gs to ? ? ?

Fax the contract to big cash money

Cause you know this whole clique right with me

Theyre right with me

Sip-pe-di-dy

Wont 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!

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Fax the contract to big cash money Cause you know this whole clique right with me Theyre right with me Sip-pe-di-dy Wont 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! Нравится песня? 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