Rich Nigga Nation

[Verse 1: Doughboy Dre]
I used to be broke bitches 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 nigga nation
Money for the cases
Bitch 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
Niggas had skrill, then they fell off
Riding in the Charger RT with sauce
Loft downtown, you can see Canada
Niggas 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, bitch I'm on the winning team
All I blow is Cali weed ashes on my Bally sneaks

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
Half these niggas faking
The other half hating
You know the background lil nigga stop playing
Black whips flying through the slums like we racing
Ice got us numb we the rich nigga 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
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[Verse 2: HBK & *Crispy Quis*]
My money tall as your [?]
I take your bitch if she sexy bitch 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? Bitch 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 bitch I'm with is a trophy my belt and shoes made by Gucci I got more ice than a goalie*
Most of these niggas bums ain't even seen the new huns
*Been balling since we was young this winning shit 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 bitches they feeling me niggas wanna get rid of me
*This history in the making*
These other niggas they faking
[Both]We the greatest out Detroit, ball up rich nigga 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 shit)

[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
In the 6 with my bitch 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 ass scent
See ya'll broke see we getting rich
Blow whole kids now her man got a fit
My outfit cost some shit but it's nothing to me
She call it one night of passion it was fucking to me
I sign my clique it ain't a nigga breathing fucking with me
You think different? I ain't tripping, cause soon you'll see
Hit the club order bottles niggas 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 nigga 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 shit you little niggas constipated
Everywhere the mob go, there's always a nigga hating
Ball up against the world, rich nigga nation

[Hook]