Richer Dreams lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
Man, I miss my guys, this sh*t getting ugly (Hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, man n*gga, 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 sh*t, hey, when I'm bigger b*tch, hey
We just n*gga rich, hey, b*tch, I'm n*gga rich

[Verse 1: Pi'erre Bourne]
That n*gga not cut like me, can't get no bucks like me
That's why I don't chill with them n*ggas, I rather get richer alonе
Yeah, I'ma home run hitter, yеah, I just be taking her home
And you is a phony n*gga, man, you can't go back home
I be in the hood like every month, these n*ggas more pressed than the Claremont's
My life a movie, I'm Paramount, but it's some sh*t I don't share about
Tell me more sh*t 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 rush for real, b*tch I'm four for real
My n*gga don't lift no weight, but he always holds the steel
My n*gga done caught a case, they trying to give him ten years
Shawty showed the future fast, that past catches up for real
Introduce you to the bag, and we gone touch a 'mil
You know why my pockets fat, cause my bank like Uncle Phil's
[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
Man, I miss my guys, this sh*t getting ugly (Hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, my n*gga, 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 sh*t, hey, when I'm bigger b*tch, hey
We just n*gga rich, hey, b*tch, I'm n*gga rich

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Yeah, EA monster
Big guns (Big guns), big clips (Big clips)
Better run (Better run), sank ships (Sank ships)
We kill sh*t (We kill sh*t), like the Navy (The Navy)
If you switched, then yo pus*y ass Fugazi (You pus*y)
I got racks on me, f*cking yo' old lady (Oh yeah)
She might come back to your n*gga maybe (n*gga, maybe)
I might send a shooter round yo' way maybe (Maybe)
Hope these n*ggas ain't tough, n*gga don't try to play with me (Don't play with me)
I'ma keep it on my side, b*tch, it spray with me (Oh yeah)
.30 round, a .100 round, this on Glock 17 (Yeah)
I'm the same n*gga, came up out them apartments (Trenches)

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
Man, I miss my guys, this sh*t getting ugly (Hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, my n*gga, 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 sh*t, hey, when I'm bigger b*tch, hey
We just n*gga rich, hey, b*tch, I'm n*gga rich