[Intro]
808 Mafia
[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
Man I miss my guys, this sh*t getting ugly
Told my dawg we gon' be good my ni**a trust me
When it's all said and done she still gon' su*k 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 ni**a rich (hey)
b*tch I'm ni**a rich
[Verse 1: Pi'erre Bourne]
That ni**a not cut like me
Can't get no bucks like me
That's why I don't chill with them ni**as
I rather get richer alone
Yeah Imma hold my hittеr
Yeah I just be taking her homе
And you is a phony ni**a
Man you can't go back home
I be in the hood like every month
These ni**as 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 I grow it out
I was on [?] for real
b*tch I'm four for real
My ni**a don't lift no weight, but he always hold the steel
My ni**a done caught a case, they trying to give him ten years
Shawty showed the future fast
That past catch 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
[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
Man I miss my guys, this sh*t getting ugly
Told my dawg we gon' be good my ni**a trust me
When it's all said and done she still gone su*k 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 ni**a rich (hey)
b*tch I'm ni**a rich
[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Yeah, [?]
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 pussy ass fuggazi (you pussy)
I got racks on me fu*king yo' old lady (oh yeah)
She might come back to your ni**a maybe (ni**a, maybe)
I might send a shooter round yo' way maybe (maybe)
Hope these ni**as ain't tough, ni**a 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 ni**a, came up out them apartments
[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
Man I miss my guys, this sh*t getting ugly
Told my dawg we gon' be good my ni**a trust me
When it's all said and done she still gon' su*k 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 ni**a rich (hey)
b*tch I'm ni**a rich