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richer dreams remix - g. flores lyrics

richer dreams remix lyrics
[intro: g. flores]
i was about*
i said these nuts about to give you the same sensation
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 likе me
that’s why i don’t chill with them n*ggas, i rather gеt richer alone
yeah, i’ma home run hitter, yeah, 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 [?] 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: g. flores]
ayy, with my n*gga vert
ayy, f*cking sh*t up
ayy, f*ck this sh*t right up
ayy, f*cking on that b*tch
ayy, f*cking on your wh0re
ayy, fly ho, you high boy
high boy, she a high ho
all up from the side, leave it in her gut
yeah, don’t want that ho
no, don’t want relation
ayy, she a cheating b*tch
ayy, but she give that throat
aye, show her all the diamonds
yeah, diamonds fly, they p*ss
yeah, p*ssing while she rides
ew, had to fly it back
ayy, said you a fly ho?
yeah, she think she fly though, word?
said where your swag, ho?
hey, i’m just my ex ho
ayy, but i don’t want a ho
[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

- g flores lyrics

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