Richer Lyrics by Icewear Vezzo is a New English song sung by popular artist Icewear Vezzo. Lyrics of this song are written by Icewear Vezzo and music produced by Zillo.
Richer Lyrics
Phew
Got my ice on, ni**a
Phew, how I do it
Hmm, yeah
(Zillo)
They like, “How you comin'”?
I ain’t got you a check, like bi**h, you too worried ’bout me
F**k them ni***s, got rich and I beat the odds, like I ain’t the one you should worry ’bout
Sippin’ raw, p*ssing codeine and Percocet, PO said I got drug problems
All them playin’ games, I ain’t doin’ no diss songs, choppa knock all the words out him
Saying prayers, starting to feel like I’m hunted, in the Ghost counting dead pres’
Neck hurtin’, my ice might just eat the pain, hard to smile, but I shed tears
Since I’m on, got to make sure my ni***s straight, we been working for 12 years
Diggin’ graves, same ones we was trappin’ in, ran it up, got the bands hid
I been counting one hand, finger, how many people was there when I need ’em?
Never turned p***y, we pledging allegiance, like f**k who you run with, I be with them tweakers, on God
Ni***s be playin’ two sides, got my position, just playin’ my cards
F**k all that talkin’, we playin’ with rods
Send that boy way to malls, he playin’ with us, ni**a
Can’t show us, we ain’t the promoters, playin’ my song, I’ma rain ’til it’s over
Ni***s be hatin’, it ain’t never new
Got Uris on eight points, drink with the shofar
Hope B coming home, I pray they parole him
S**t looking closer, can’t wait ’til it’s over
Stay in yo’ lane, ain’t playin’ no games
Go tell them f**k ni***s go play with controllers
Ni**a gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer (Oh)
Stick to the code, I ain’t cuffin’ no bi**h (Mm-mm)
Ni***s be hoes, they turn into witness (Phew, yeah)
Stand on my own, ain’t trusting no ni**a
Show them boys how to get it
We done turned up the city, ni**a
Money and power, respect
Forty’s and choppas, just fly a Patek
Bust down a dweller, them diamonds VS
So it’s nothing but water run down on my neck
Three hundred ‘bows fly on a jet, bought a new Rolls and ride through the ‘jects
Ni***s be cappin’ like they really steppin’, really walking s**t down just for the neck, yeah
Lambo’, Offsets, Forgi’s
Rich ni**a love s*x, forty
Pills stuffin’, boss bi**h, shorty
.30 hangin’ out, big forty
Audermar, Rolls Gold, frosty
Deep dish stackers on the Audi
Fetty, wap, gotta hit the “Dog me”
Fifty racks just to hit parties
I’m really havin’ my way, got three 300k, had a hell of a day
Right off the road, run up a check and got froze, a prone, got racks on the Wraith, ni**a
Ni***s be hoes in disguise, oh, he gon’ tell? It’s all in his eyes
Reach for the chain, you know we goin’, we turn his old bi**h to the Fourth Of July
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer
Stick to the code, I ain’t cuffin’ no bitch
Ni***s be hoes, they turn into witness
Stand on my own, ain’t trusting no ni**a
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer, ni**a
Song Details
Singer : Icewear Vezzo
Lyrics : Icewear Vezzo, Zillo
Music : Zillo
Label : Quality Control