"Rich 4 Life" lyrics
Juicy J & Xavier Wulf Lyrics
[Gangsta Boo:]
Hypnotize Minds be the label that pays me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit, you cannot phase me
[La Chat:]
So you heard it from the queens, HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch, it's gon' have to be whatever
[Juicy J:]
Yeah, forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' this bread
Connects like I'm in the feds, no X, be fuckin' with meds
The cops be wantin' us dead, this Glock got one in the head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' this bread
Connects like I'm in the feds, no X, be fuckin' with meds
The cops be wantin' us dead, this Glock got one in the head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
Gettin' jumped, this shit too sweet, your paper loose leaf
I kept a pump and an Uzi before you knew me
Bullshit aside, my life a movie, this shit not new to me
Chrisean rocks bustin' out the face, this shit look blue to me
I never stop, I keep gettin' this guap, I ain't been home in weeks
That's why the streets rockin' with you tough, you on a song with me
These rappers played out, might as well work minimum wage now
And I rolled my joint so fat, look like I'm burnin' sage now
Since the playground, I been havin' these bitches face down
Hit the road, comin' back and forth, that bitch a greyhound
That nigga told, money on his top, now that's the wave now
He broke the code, if you ain't a stand-up nigga, you gotta get laid down (Laid down)
Forever I'm gettin' this bread (Yeah), forever I'm gettin' this bread (Yeah)
Connects like I'm in the feds (Mm-hmm), no X, be fuckin' with meds (Know it)
The cops be wantin' us dead (Let' go), this Glock got one in the head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
[Juicy J & Xavier Wulf:]
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' this bread
Connects like I'm in the feds, no X, be fuckin' with meds
The cops be wantin' us dead, this Glock got one in the head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
[Xavier Wulf:]
Pull up and get it, I'm wit' it, we wit' it, my nigga, let's get it, I beat 'em, for sure (Ho, nigga)
One in the head before I go hop in the bed, this 7.62 got a scope (Ho)
Hard on a bitch, I'ma go hard on a ho, gorilla pimp all that I know (Ho)
Stackin' my bread, these pussy-ass niggas be scared, they knowin' we uppin' the score (Ho, nigga)
Hundreds and fifties on booty and titties, I'm lit in the city, I stand on a ho
I'ma keep lettin' it go, forever and ever, this shit on the floor
She with the clique and no one know, we be linkin' on the low
Hop out the car, they took my coat, bitch, I'm rich, that's how shit go
Pull up and spot him, I got him, I had to go pop him, I'm sick of the talkin', but he finna stop (Hope)
Runnin' from nothin', this chopper be thumpin', wherever I see him, then he gettin' shot (Ho)
Stack it and flip it, I wanna see digits, my nigga, no kiddin', put money on the top (Ho, nigga)
Show me the check, I'm comin' correct, blue hundred, pink fifties, my rubber band knot
Hypnotize Minds be the label that pays me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit, you cannot phase me
[La Chat:]
So you heard it from the queens, HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch, it's gon' have to be whatever
[Juicy J:]
Yeah, forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' this bread
Connects like I'm in the feds, no X, be fuckin' with meds
The cops be wantin' us dead, this Glock got one in the head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' this bread
Connects like I'm in the feds, no X, be fuckin' with meds
The cops be wantin' us dead, this Glock got one in the head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
Gettin' jumped, this shit too sweet, your paper loose leaf
I kept a pump and an Uzi before you knew me
Bullshit aside, my life a movie, this shit not new to me
Chrisean rocks bustin' out the face, this shit look blue to me
I never stop, I keep gettin' this guap, I ain't been home in weeks
That's why the streets rockin' with you tough, you on a song with me
These rappers played out, might as well work minimum wage now
And I rolled my joint so fat, look like I'm burnin' sage now
Since the playground, I been havin' these bitches face down
Hit the road, comin' back and forth, that bitch a greyhound
That nigga told, money on his top, now that's the wave now
He broke the code, if you ain't a stand-up nigga, you gotta get laid down (Laid down)
Forever I'm gettin' this bread (Yeah), forever I'm gettin' this bread (Yeah)
Connects like I'm in the feds (Mm-hmm), no X, be fuckin' with meds (Know it)
The cops be wantin' us dead (Let' go), this Glock got one in the head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
[Juicy J & Xavier Wulf:]
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' this bread
Connects like I'm in the feds, no X, be fuckin' with meds
The cops be wantin' us dead, this Glock got one in the head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
[Xavier Wulf:]
Pull up and get it, I'm wit' it, we wit' it, my nigga, let's get it, I beat 'em, for sure (Ho, nigga)
One in the head before I go hop in the bed, this 7.62 got a scope (Ho)
Hard on a bitch, I'ma go hard on a ho, gorilla pimp all that I know (Ho)
Stackin' my bread, these pussy-ass niggas be scared, they knowin' we uppin' the score (Ho, nigga)
Hundreds and fifties on booty and titties, I'm lit in the city, I stand on a ho
I'ma keep lettin' it go, forever and ever, this shit on the floor
She with the clique and no one know, we be linkin' on the low
Hop out the car, they took my coat, bitch, I'm rich, that's how shit go
Pull up and spot him, I got him, I had to go pop him, I'm sick of the talkin', but he finna stop (Hope)
Runnin' from nothin', this chopper be thumpin', wherever I see him, then he gettin' shot (Ho)
Stack it and flip it, I wanna see digits, my nigga, no kiddin', put money on the top (Ho, nigga)
Show me the check, I'm comin' correct, blue hundred, pink fifties, my rubber band knot
