Lyrics Rich N****z - Gucci Mane

Uh-oh (Huh?)
You know what I'm saying?
It's 1017 street niggaz entertainers, man (Huh?)
We ain't signin' nothin' but street nigga man
Turnin' em to millionaires over here
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
(Uh, uh, it's facts)
It's Guwop, the CEO, you dig what I'm saying'? (Uh)
My money gettin' longer, my gang gettin'
Stronger, my team gettin' stronger (Uh)
And we ain't seein' y' all niggas
Y'all can't see us, man (Huh?)
Wop, holler at 'em (Gangsta Grillz, go)

I'm a rich nigga, dog, everybody know that (Uh)
Got two ex-Marines i hired just to watch my back (Well, damn)
Gave my dog a couple bricks for a '76 Chevy (Vroom)
Gotta wear a back brace 'cause my chain too heavy (Wow)
They say my stomach gettin 'fat, but they pockets on flat (True)
I'm a rich nigga, so i wrapped the Phantom matte black (Black)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, hoes love my pimpin' (Pimpin')
Yellow, blue, white and red stones in my bart Simpson (Bling)
Every time i get booked, the arena get live
Only problem that i have is which car I'm goin' drive (Drive)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, I ain't never had shit (Nah)
And the watch on my wrist cost thirty-five bricks (Skrrt)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, so i ain't beefin' 'bout hoes (Nah)
I ain't talkin' to you, baby, 'less you bookin' ten shows (What?)
Bought a 2026 'Rari, Lamborghini doors (What?)
That's like 2.5 mil' just to pull hoes (it's Gucci)

I'm a rich nigga, dog (Huh?)
I'm a rich nigga, dog (Huh?)
You a rich nigga just like me (Yeah)
I'm a rich nigga, dog (Huh?)
I'm a rich nigga dog, no industry
I run these streets (Well, damn)
I'm a rich nigga, dawg
You're a rich nigga just like me
I'm a rich nigga, dawg, I'm a rich nigga dawg
No industry, I run these streets (Go)

I'm a rich nigga, dawg, poppin' Ace, no glass
Got a fetish fuckin' teachers, all my hoes got class (class)
Want a super bad bitch, then you gotta have bricks
And i ain't talkin' 'bout Toronto when i say
I'm from the 6 (Shoutout to East Atlanta, true)
Way back, 2006, i was just startin' to get rich
Big belly Wop, i fucked like every R&B bitch (Well, damn)
Got a lil' short nigga with me with a tall extended clip
And a blue Rolls Royce same color as the Crib (Crib)
Got a smile on my face, but, nigga, I ain't nothin' funny (Nah)
Nigga, don't hit my line if you ain't talkin' 'bout money
I'm a livin' legend, dog, but they won't give me my props (Nah)
My whole label can go to jail, but still my motion won't stop
(What the fuck?)
I'm a real rich nigga, dog, I ain't gon' lie
I'm on a PJ with my kids' cause love to see my kids fly (My kids)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, you done heard about
Wop (Wizop, greatest of all trappers)
I heard these niggaz back trappin' 'cause they album just flopped
(it's Gucci)

I'm a rich nigga, dog (Huh?)
I'm a rich nigga, dog (Yeah)
You a rich nigga just like me (Huh?)
I'm a rich nigga, dawg (Huh?)
I'm a rich nigga, dawg, no industry
I run these streets (Huh?)
I'm a rich nigga, dawg
I'm a rich nigga dog (Yeah), you a rich nigga just like me
I'm a rich nigga, dawg
I'm a rich nigga, dawg, no industry, I run these streets
(Dramatic, go)

Now
If we had the trap elections
I'd say Gucci for president, Dram is VP
Would you vote us in to the Wop house? I thought so