Hot Winter lyrics

[Intro: Jacquees]
Seventeen
Um
It's 'bout 2 o'clock in Miami
2 o'clock a.m
Lost at Sea 3
D-Roc
Yeah (Rich Gang)

[Chorus: Jacquees]
I wanna get richer
My vision blurry, b*tch, but you see the picture
I rock that Patek, bit', but I want a Richard
And I can't see my n*ggas falling out
Bad b*tches, got 'em calling out
And Stunna got them birds calling
Bad b*tches from New Orleans
And yeen' seen the type I'm balling
Cash Money 'til the world blow
I gotta hit you with the lingo
Go get up, go get it
You gotta go get yours, yeah
b*tch, we outside and it's time to get richer (Jacquees)

[Verse 1: Jacquees]
n*ggas fell off, they couldn't see the big picture
sh*t, well I'm taking his chain, give that sh*t to my sisters
A n*gga been grinding so long, think it's time to get bigger
Hear that you talking 'bout action, we still pulling triggers
Yеah, aye, it's time to go get it
Yеah, I'm too big for the city
sh*t, I'll move out of state
First thing I get is a house and a drac'
Cancel them shows, I'm too big for them n*ggas
Step out the Lambo and get me a Wraith
I [?] 'bout two million in jewelry, I'm straight
b*tch I'm with the gang 'til they out in L.A
Patron pitchers
Please no pictures
She know I'm that n*gga and I ain't gotta convince her
We in Miami where it's hot in the winter
It's just me, Stunna, [?], B.G., bad b*tches and liquor (Yeah)
[Chorus: Jacquees]
I wanna get richer (I wanna get richer)
My vision blurry, b*tch, but you see the picture (But you see the picture)
I rock that Patek, bit', but I want a Richard (A Richard)
And I can't see my n*ggas falling out (Nah)
Bad b*tches, got 'em calling out (Wha?)
And Stunna got them birds calling
Bad b*tches from New Orleans
And yeen' seen the type I'm balling
Cash Money 'til the world blow
I gotta hit you with the lingo
Go get up, go get it
You gotta go get yours, yeah
b*tch, we outside and it's time to get richer

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Aye
b*tch go get it, we ain't giving nothing
Early morning with this money, we've been hitting hustling
Rich n*gga lifestyle, we've been living life
Doing shows overseas for a bigger price
Lost my old ho, for a better ho
Got a whole new crib with some Persion flows
I want a rich b*tch on some rich sh*t
And puts a rich n*gga on some rich sh*t
Woah, it's just some diamonds on another summer
It's how we coming, n*gga, doing numbers
And we filled it, n*gga, doing numbers
Woah, and we repping and we stepping harder
[Chorus: Jacquees & B.G.]
I wanna get richer
My vision blurry, b*tch, but you see the picture
I rock that Patek, bit', but I want a Richard
And I can't see my n*ggas falling out
Bad b*tches, got 'em calling out
And Stunna got them birds calling
Bad b*tches from New Orleans
And yeen' seen the type I'm balling
Cash Money 'til the world blow
I gotta hit you with the lingo
Go get up, go get it (Aye, aye)
You gotta go get yours, yeah
b*tch, we outside and it's time to get richer

[Verse 3: B.G.]
Play with me, n*gga, you know wassup
Play with me, n*gga, you know wassup
Pin a b*tch n*gga to the ground
That's what the choppas is loaded for
Do a n*gga the worst way
Back in the game, I'm in first place
[?] on these b*tch n*ggas
Every day like it's a birthday
Came home, gotta check on 'em
Back and forth on these jets on 'em
Gotta shine, gotta flex on 'em
Bust down that Rolex on 'em
Bust down that AP on 'em
White on white the new fleet on 'em
Beaches are real hot, boy
'Til I die, I keep it G on 'em
VVS my peace on 'em
All whited my tee on 'em
Jacquees and Birdman and [?]
And we lost at sea on 'em
Miami, South Beach on 'em
D-Roc on the beat on 'em
Still running these streets on 'em
n*gga, we on 'em
These condos and houses, n*gga, we own 'em
All these foreign whips, n*gga, we own 'em
You see these bad b*tches, n*gga, we on 'em
Yeah
Rich Gang