Rich Niggaz Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Why, why, why 

Why, why, why 

Why, why 

Cash Money, rich niggas 

Look 

Loud pipes, big rims 

Nigga, that's my life 

When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night 

I know a lot of haters probably sayin' that that's not right 

Well, my diamonds so much bigger 

So, that's my life 

Bling Bling 

Now, I only carry big faces and you hear the ching, ching 

Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thin' 

And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen 

Ha, ha, ha 

I crack myself up 

I know I talk lot but I can back myself up 

Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up 

You ain't really got more money than me 

Think about it 

Let's just say somebody gave me a check and took the ink up out it 

So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it 

And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded 

They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12 

And we was next 

Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L 

Le-Le-Lex 

I'm on fire 

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot 

We on fire 

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot 

Juvenile used to be R-T-A bound 

Now I be bustin' these bitches head when I come 'round 

Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit 

Look into my bed sayin' that's a mad hit 

I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin' 

My Rollie ain't windin' my bank ain't climbin' 

You lookin at a multi-millionaire in the flesh 

Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check 

I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it 

Teach it like I preach it, now, put that in your head 

Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, ain't nuttin' 

Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin' 

Meet me in the casino, way in the back 

Losin' money like a motherfucker, still shootin' craps 

Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status 

We make so much money IRS be lookin' at us 

I'm on fire 

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot 

We on fire 

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot 

I got more ends than Bunny have in a factory 

I'm Lil Turk, I'm livin' large 

Got the baddest hoes after me 

Picture me, a young nigga ballin' out of control 

Playing with millions, laying in condos 

Nigga I shine, shine through the fuckin' week 

The fliest ride with Cristal in the passenger seat 

Don't hate me, cause I'm a little baller 

Got more weight than Angola 

Fucking your girl Carla 

Nigga I stunt 

And I'mma a stunt til I can't no more 

Chest lit up like the oaks 

From the diamonds I sport 

Yo, I can't be touched 

Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck 

Rolex crushed out with the bezel 

And in order for hoes to get close to me got to be on my schedule 

I got so much money 

I don't know what to do 

Buy houses and cars 

And break bread with my crew 

I'm on fire 

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot 

We on fire 

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot 

B.G. on fire 

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot 

It's like, monkey see, monkey do 

Rollin' with the Cash Money runners I stay true 

Cause when were runnin' and climbin' on the million-dollar scene 

Holding together, know what I mean, know what I mean 

When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer 

Don't nobody have a Benz or the Lex Bubble 

When I start they said I had no fame 

Now all the girls just end up calling my name 

Ten G's to (?) 

Fax the contract to big Cash Money 

Cause you know this whole clique right with me 

They're right with me 

Sip-pe-di-dy 

Won't count the diamonds just around my neck 

X amount of dollars on a bankroll check 

If you want to really come and sing with me 

Those that got me wicked, then I do some free 

For free