Rich n*gga Nation lyrics

[Verse 1: Doughboy Dre]
I used to be broke b*tches used to call me ugly
Now the same hoes on my di*k wanna lust me
Haters wanna bust me, cops wanna lock me
Prosecutors 'tryna give me times 'tryna box me
Rich n*gga nation
Money for the cases
b*tch I'm Gucci want just 600 for these laces
Avion cases 'tryna chase a mil
Stack it up, feed the fam, gotta keep it real
n*ggas had skrill, then they fell off
Riding in the Charger RT with sauce
Loft downtown, you can see Canada
n*ggas be hurt but they really can't handle us
Had to step it up, took it to a new level
Had to cop a new piece, Pay copped a new bezel
Had to step it up, b*tch I'm on the winning team
All I blow is Cali weed ashes on my Bally sneaks

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
Half these n*ggas faking
The other half hating
You know the background lil n*gga stop playing
Black whips flying through the slums like we racing
Ice got us numb we the rich n*gga nation
All I ever wanted growing up was to ball
I don't want a little bit when I can grind and get it all
(x2)

[Verse 2: HBK & *Crispy Quis*]
My money tall as your [?]
I take your b*tch if she sexy b*tch don't step on my Giuseppes gold zippers they match the Prezy
*20 thou on my belly its Pelly Pellies with Minks
Throwing money it speaks I'm addicted I need a shrink*
You want a drink? b*tch there the sink Gucci links right round my neck if you play 'round with this art then I'm drawn without the sketch
*This whip I'm driving a Vette and this b*tch I'm with is a trophy my belt and shoes made by Gucci I got more ice than a goalie*
Most of these n*ggas bums ain't even seen the new huns
*Been balling since we was young this winning sh*t is so fun
Kush inside of my lungs Dom P inside of my bottle*
Switching up with two models ya'll cuffing like Farregamo
Paper thick like a novel
All these diamonds they glittery all these b*tches they feeling me n*ggas wanna get rid of me
*This history in the making*
These other n*ggas they faking
[Both]We the greatest out Detroit, ball up rich n*gga nation

[Hook]

[Bridge]
It's like I don't be understanding how they can compare us to anybody
Doughboyz Cashout, last of a dying breed
One of a kind it'll never be another one
(Talk that sh*t)
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
In the 6 with my b*tch pockets thick like I sold two bricks
Got 3 watches now I'm so p*ssed
Wishing I had just one more wrist sipping on Cris
Me and B Smith, trunk got a strong ass scent
See ya'll broke see we getting rich
Blow whole kids now her man got a fit
My outfit cost some sh*t but it's nothing to me
She call it one night of passion it was f*cking to me
I sign my clique it ain't a n*gga breathing f*cking with me
You think different? I ain't tripping, cause soon you'll see
Hit the club order bottles n*ggas mugging the sparkles
Hoes hate on us to you but in the coupe 'tryna gargle
When the light hit the ice the gold diggers look startled
Same Rollies different faces, we the rich n*gga nation

[Verse 4: Roc]
I just knew in due time, everything was 'gon be fine
These streets mine
I run 'em with a Glock 9 boy stop lying
Catch you slipping at a stop sign and pop mines
Somebody tell his mama to stop crying
It's 'gon be ok we just gotta hold on
We keep balling and life goes on
I used to get them balls gone but wait a minute hold on we Frozone
Part of the reason your hoe gone the mo on my blow phone
Begging I can't go home my life been kinda complicated
Boy we been sh*t you little n*ggas constipated
Everywhere the mob go, there's always a n*gga hating
Ball up against the world, rich n*gga nation
[Hook]