Hot Winter

[Intro: Jacquees]

Seventeen

Um

It's 'bout 2 o'clock in Miami

2 o'clock a.m

Lost at Sea 3

D-Roc

Yeah (Rich Gang)

[Chorus: Jacquees]

I wanna get richer

My vision blurry, bitch, but you see the picture

I rock that Patek, bit', but I want a Richard

And I can't see my niggas falling out

Bad bitches, got 'em calling out

And Stunna got them birds calling

Bad bitches from New Orleans

And yeen' seen the type I'm balling

Cash Money 'til the world blow

I gotta hit you with the lingo

Go get up, go get it

You gotta go get yours, yeah

Bitch, we outside and it's time to get richer (Jacquees)

[Verse 1: Jacquees]

Niggas fell off, they couldn't see the big picture

Shit, well I'm taking his chain, give that shit to my sisters

A nigga been grinding so long, think it's time to get bigger

Hear that you talking 'bout action, we still pulling triggers

Yеah, aye, it's time to go get it

Yеah, I'm too big for the city

Shit, I'll move out of state

First thing I get is a house and a drac'

Cancel them shows, I'm too big for them niggas

Step out the Lambo and get me a Wraith

I [?] 'bout two million in jewelry, I'm straight

Bitch I'm with the gang 'til they out in L.A

Patron pitchers

Please no pictures

She know I'm that nigga and I ain't gotta convince her

We in Miami where it's hot in the winter

It's just me, Stunna, [?], B.G., bad bitches and liquor (Yeah)

[Chorus: Jacquees]

I wanna get richer (I wanna get richer)

My vision blurry, bitch, but you see the picture (But you see the picture)

I rock that Patek, bit', but I want a Richard (A Richard)

And I can't see my niggas falling out (Nah)

Bad bitches, got 'em calling out (Wha?)

And Stunna got them birds calling

Bad bitches from New Orleans

And yeen' seen the type I'm balling

Cash Money 'til the world blow

I gotta hit you with the lingo

Go get up, go get it

You gotta go get yours, yeah

Bitch, we outside and it's time to get richer

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Aye

Bitch go get it, we ain't giving nothing

Early morning with this money, we've been hitting hustling

Rich nigga lifestyle, we've been living life

Doing shows overseas for a bigger price

Lost my old ho, for a better ho

Got a whole new crib with some Persion flows

I want a rich bitch on some rich shit

And puts a rich nigga on some rich shit

Woah, it's just some diamonds on another summer

It's how we coming, nigga, doing numbers

And we filled it, nigga, doing numbers

Woah, and we repping and we stepping harder

[Chorus: Jacquees & B.G.]

I wanna get richer

My vision blurry, bitch, but you see the picture

I rock that Patek, bit', but I want a Richard

And I can't see my niggas falling out

Bad bitches, got 'em calling out

And Stunna got them birds calling

Bad bitches from New Orleans

And yeen' seen the type I'm balling

Cash Money 'til the world blow

I gotta hit you with the lingo

Go get up, go get it (Aye, aye)

You gotta go get yours, yeah

Bitch, we outside and it's time to get richer

[Verse 3: B.G.]

Play with me, nigga, you know wassup

Play with me, nigga, you know wassup

Pin a bitch nigga to the ground

That's what the choppas is loaded for

Do a nigga the worst way

Back in the game, I'm in first place

[?] on these bitch niggas

Every day like it's a birthday

Came home, gotta check on 'em

Back and forth on these jets on 'em

Gotta shine, gotta flex on 'em

Bust down that Rolex on 'em

Bust down that AP on 'em

White on white the new fleet on 'em

Beaches are real hot, boy

'Til I die, I keep it G on 'em

VVS my peace on 'em

All whited my tee on 'em

Jacquees and Birdman and [?]

And we lost at sea on 'em

Miami, South Beach on 'em

D-Roc on the beat on 'em

Still running these streets on 'em

Nigga, we on 'em

These condos and houses, nigga, we own 'em

All these foreign whips, nigga, we own 'em

You see these bad bitches, nigga, we on 'em

Yeah

Rich Gang