Dre Armany - Rich n***a Nation lyrics

[Verse 1: Dre] I used to be broke b**hes used to call me ugly Now the same hoes on my dick wanna lust me Haters wanna bust me, cops wanna lock me Prosecutors 'tryna give me times 'tryna box me Rich n***a nation Money for the cases b**h I'm Gucci want just 600 for these laces Avion cases 'tryna chase a mil Stack it up, feed the fam, gotta keep it real n***as had skrill, then they fell off Riding in the Charger RT with sauce Loft downtown, you can see Canada n***as be hurt but they really can't handle us Had to step it up, took it to a new level Had to cop a new piece, Pay copped a new bezel Had to step it up, b**h I'm on the winning team All I blow is Cali weed ashes on my Bally sneaks [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] Half these n***as faking The other half hating You know the background lil n***a stop playing Black whips flying through the slums like we racing Ice got us numb we the rich n***a nation All I ever wanted growing up was to ball I don't want a little bit when I can grind and get it all (x2) [Verse 2: HBK & *Crispy Quis*] My money tall as your [?] I take your b**h if she s**y b**h don't step on my Giuseppes gold zippers they match the Prezy *20 thou on my belly its Pelly Pellies with Minks Throwing money it speaks I'm addicted I need a shrink* You want a drink? b**h there the sink Gucci links right round my neck if you play 'round with this art then I'm drawn without the sketch *This whip I'm driving a Vette and this b**h I'm with is a trophy my belt and shoes made by Gucci I got more ice than a goalie* Most of these n***as bums ain't even seen the new huns *Been balling since we was young this winning sh** is so fun Kush inside of my lungs Dom P inside of my bottle* Switching up with two models ya'll cuffing like Farregamo Paper thick like a novel All these diamonds they glittery all these b**hes they feeling me n***as wanna get rid of me *This history in the making* These other n***as they faking [Both]We the greatest out Detroit, ball up rich n***a nation [Hook] [Bridge] It's like I don't be understanding how they can compare us to anybody Doughboyz Cashout, last of a dying breed One of a kind it'll never be another one (Talk that sh**) [Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni] In the 6 with my b**h pockets thick like I sold two bricks Got 3 watches now I'm so pissed Wishing I had just one more wrist sipping on Cris Me and B Smith, trunk got a strong a** scent See ya'll broke see we getting rich Blow whole kids now her man got a fit My outfit cost some sh** but it's nothing to me She call it one night of pa**ion it was f**ing to me I sign my clique it ain't a n***a breathing f**ing with me You think different? I ain't tripping, cause soon you'll see Hit the club order bottles n***as mugging the sparkles Hoes hate on us to you but in the coupe 'tryna gargle When the light hit the ice the gold diggers look startled Same Rollies different faces, we the rich n***a nation [Verse 4: Roc] I just knew in due time, everything was 'gon be fine These streets mine I run 'em with a Glock 9 boy stop lying Catch you slipping at a stop sign and pop mines Somebody tell his mama to stop crying It's 'gon be ok we just gotta hold on We keep balling and life goes on I used to get them balls gone but wait a minute hold on we Frozone Part of the reason your hoe gone the mo on my blow phone Begging I can't go home my life been kinda complicated Boy we been sh** you little n***as constipated Everywhere the mob go, there's always a n***a hating Ball up against the world, rich n***a nation [Hook]