[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
Man, I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly (Hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, man n***a, 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 shit, hey, when I'm bigger bitch, hey
We just n***a rich, hey, bitch, I'm n***a rich

[Verse 1: Pi'erre Bourne]
That n***a not cut like me, can't get no bucks like me
That's why I don't chill with them n***as, I rather get richer alonе
Yeah, I'ma home run hitter, yеah, I just be taking her home
And you is a phony n***a, man, you can't go back home
I be in the hood like every month, these n***as 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 how I grow it out
I was on rush for real, bitch I'm four for real
My n***a don't lift no weight, but he always holds the steel
My n***a 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 shit getting ugly (Hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, my n***a, 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 shit, hey, when I'm bigger bitch, hey
We just n***a rich, hey, bitch, I'm n***a 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 shit (We kill shit), like the Navy (The Navy)
If you switched, then yo pussy ass Fugazi (You pussy)
I got racks on me, fucking yo' old lady (Oh yeah)
She might come back to your n***a maybe (N***a, maybe)
I might send a shooter round yo' way maybe (Maybe)
Hope these n***as ain't tough, n***a don't try to play with me (Don't play with me)
I'ma 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 n***a, came up out them apartments (Trenches)

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
Man, I miss my guys, this shit getting ugly (Hey)
Told my dawg, "We gon' be good, my n***a, 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 shit, hey, when I'm bigger bitch, hey
We just n***a rich, hey, bitch, I'm n***a rich