Pi'erre Bourne & TM88 - Richer Dreams lyrics

[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