Richer Dreams Lyrics – TM88
808 Mafia
Man I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly
Told my dawg we gon’ be good my nigga trust me
When it’s all said and done she still gone 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 shit (hey)
When I’m bigger bitch (hey)
We just nigga rich (hey)
Bitch I’m nigga rich
That nigga not cut like me
Can’t get no bucks like me
That’s why I don’t chill with them niggas
I rather get richer alone
Yeah Imma hold my hitter
Yeah I just be taking her home
And you is a phony nigga
Man you can’t go back home
I be in the hood like every month
These niggas more pressed than the Claremont’s
My life a movie, I’m Paramount
But It’s some shit I don’t share about
Tell me more shit 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
Bitch I’m four for real
My nigga don’t lift no weight, but he always hold the steel
My nigga 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
Man I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly
Told my dawg we gon’ be good my nigga trust me
When it’s all said and done she still gone 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 shit (hey)
When I’m bigger bitch (hey)
We just nigga rich (hey)
Bitch I’m nigga rich
Yeah
Big guns, big clips (big guns, big clips)
Better run, sank ships (better run, sank ships)
We kill shit, like the Navy (we kill shit, like the Navy)
If you switched then yo pussy ass fuggazi (you pussy)
I got racks on me fucking yo’ old lady (oh yeah)
She might come back to your nigga maybe (nigga, maybe)
I might send a shooter round yo’ way maybe (maybe)
Hope these niggas ain’t tough nigga don’t try to play with me (don’t play with me)
Ima keep it on my side bitch it spray with me (oh yeah)
30 round, a 100 round this on GLOCK 17 (yeah)
I’m the same nigga came up out them apartments
Man I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly
Told my dawg we gon’ be good my nigga trust me
When it’s all said and done she still gone 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 shit (hey)
When I’m bigger bitch (hey)
We just nigga rich (hey)
Bitch I’m nigga rich