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Rich Lyrics - Singles - P.reign

Always been my own man, always stood on my own two 

I was used to not havin' shit, now I do whatever I wanna do 

Still down with my same niggas, I don't be with no new crew 

We don't need no new friends, so don't come around if we don't know you 

Don't ask me why I move different, 'cause you don't know what I've been through 

Still walk around with two, that never 

Still ride for who's locked up, and pour a shot for who's gone 

Still sendin' that commissary 'til all my niggas come home 

I could never be rich and not look out for my squad 

If you ain't never put us niggas on, don't call yourself no boss 

I don't ever get snaked twice, had to cut a few niggas off 

Been to hell and back and started flippin' packs, now I'm the 

 

We want more bread 

One more drink 

We'll be good if we hit one more lick 

Then we woke up and we did that shit 

And now we rich and now we rich, we rich 

Now we rich and now we rich, we rich 

Now we rich and now we rich, we rich 

Now we rich and now we filthy rich 

Now we rich and now we 

 

I don't ever fuck with broke niggas, I don't ever trust thots 

I just ride around in my city with my top down, gettin' top 

We don't ever need handouts, all my niggas sell rock 

I don't ever hit the jewelry store unless a hundred bands and I cop 

I don't ever fuck with fake niggas, I don't ever talk to cops 

I don't ever hit the dealership, I drive the shit off the lot 

Heard the feds are still gunnin' for me, I'ma die 'fore I talk 

Moved out the hood a long time ago but I'm still the man on my block 

Ain't none of my niggas, I ain't ever been robbed 

Try to take my shit, I don't play that shit, so you niggas gon' get shot 

I don't ever want one chief, I'ma need a whole lot 

When she hit the pole and she drop it slow, I tell her back it up and don't stop 

 

We want more bread 

One more drink 

We'll be good if we hit one more lick 

Then we woke up and we did that shit 

And now we rich and now we rich, we rich 

Now we rich and now we rich, we rich 

Now we rich and now we rich, we rich 

Now we rich and now we filthy rich 

Now we rich and now we 

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