Young Nudy, TM88, Pi'erre Bourne - Richer Dreams lyrics

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 gone throw it out
Money like hair how I grow it out
I was on 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
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