Juvenile - Rich Niggaz Lyrics
Why, why, whyWhy, why, whyWhy, whyCash money, rich niggazLook[lil wayne]Loud pipes, big rimsNigga, thats my lifeAs I pull up at the club, sorry thats my knifeI know a lot of haters probably saying that thats not rightWell, my diamonds so much biggerSo, thats my lifeGleam, gleamNow, only carry big face and you hear the ching, chingNow, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thingAnd your children be amazed when they see me on the big screenHa, ha, haI crack myself upI know I talk lot but I can back myself upGot a little house on the beach thats where I shack myself upYou aint really got more money than meThink about itLets just say somebody gave me a check to think about itSo I just bought a new rollie and got to take a link up out itAnd me with no ice is like a prince concert that aint crowdedThey see the beam, and the truck, and the b-12And we was nextThen thats when I pull up in the b-e-lLe-le-lexHa(1st chorus)Im on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hotWe on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot[juvenile]Juvenile I used to beR-e-t-a boundNow I be busting these *****es when I come aroundActing like a nigga that aint never had shitLook into my bed saying thats a mad hitIll damned if these diamonds and golds aint shiningMy rollie aint rinningMy bank and climbingYou looking at a multi-millionaire in the fleshMight dont have it now, but I just got me a checkI can walk it like I talk itPlay it how I say itTeach it like I preach itNow, put that in your headNigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand-aint nothingSmoke a pound, pop the crystal and drink somethingMeet me in the casinoWay in the backUsing money like a mother*****erStill shooting crackTomorrow Ill be backI got millionaire statusWe make so much money irs be looking at us(repeat 1st chorus 1x)[turk]I got more ends than bonnie have in a factoryIm lil turk, Im living large, got the baddest hoes after mePicture me, a young nigga bawling out of controlPlaying with millions, laying in condosNigga I shine, shine through the *****ing weekThe flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seatDont hate me, cause Im a little bawlerGot more weight than angola*****ing your girl carlaNigga I stunt,And Im a stunt til I cant no moreChest lit up like the oaksFrom the diamonds I sportYo, I cant be touchedDont think Im too much, nigga Im rich what the *****Rolex crushed out with the bezelAnd all the foes that get close to me got to be on my scheduleI got so much moneyI dont know what to doBuy isles and carsAnd break bread with my crew(2nd chorus)Im on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hotWe on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hotB.g. on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireHot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot[paparue]Uh, uh, uhHear meIts like, monkey see, monkey doRolling with the cash money runners I stay trueCause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar sceneHolding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-mingWhen I bring out the rubber around the hummer? ? ? benz, or in the lex bubbleWhen I start they said I had no fameNow all the girls just end up calling my name10 gs to ? ? ?Fax the contract to big cash moneyCause you know this whole clique right with meTheyre right with meSip-pe-di-dyWont count the diamonds just around my neckX amount-a dollars on a bankroll checkIf you want to really come and sing with meThose that got me wicked, then I do some freeFor free!
