Rich Niggaz

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Why, why, why Why, why, why Why, why Cash Money, rich niggas Look [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Loud pipes, big rims Nigga, that's my life When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night I know a lot of haters probably sayin' that that's not right Well, my diamonds so much bigger So, that's my life Bling Bling Now, I only carry big faces and you hear the ching, ching Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thin' 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 that's where I shack myself up You ain't really got more money than me Think about it Let's just say somebody gave me a check and took the ink up out 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 ain't crowded They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12 And we was next Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L Le-Le-Lex Ha [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot We on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot [Verse 2: Juvenile] Juvenile used to be R-T-A bound Now I be bustin' these bitches head when I come 'round Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit Look into my bed sayin' that's a mad hit I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin' My Rollie ain't windin' my bank ain't climbin' You lookin at a multi-millionaire in the flesh Might don't 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 - ain't nuttin' Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin' Meet me in the casino, way in the back Losin' money like a motherfucker, still shootin' craps Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status We make so much money IRS be lookin' at us [Hook] [Verse 3: Turk] I got more ends than Bunny have in a factory I'm Lil Turk, I'm livin' large, got the baddest hoes after me Picture me, a young nigga ballin' out of control Playing with millions, laying in condos Nigga I shine, shine through the fuckin' week The fliest ride with Cristal in the passenger seat Don't hate me, cause I'm a little baller Got more weight than Angola Fucking your girl Carla Nigga I stunt And I'mma a stunt til I can't no more Chest lit up like the oaks From the diamonds I sport Yo, I can't be touched Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck Rolex crushed out with the bezel And in order for hoes to get close to me got to be on my schedule I got so much money I don't know what to do Buy isles and cars And break bread with my crew [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm 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 It's like, monkey see, monkey do Rollin' with the Cash Money runners I stay true Cause when were runnin' and climbin' on the million-dollar scene Holding together, know what I mean, know what I mean When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer Don't nobody have a Benz or the Lex Bubble When I start they said I had no fame Now all the girls just end up calling my name Ten G's to ??? Fax the contract to big Cash Money Cause you know this whole clique right with me They're right with me Sip-pe-di-dy Won't count the diamonds just around my neck X amount of 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