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conversations.value: Write me a song called Rich Niggaz with the following description: For the 12th track on his 400 Degreez album, Juvenile teams up with Turk, PapaRue, and the legendary Lil Wayne to do what they’re best at: flex. This track serves as a braggadocios effervescent victory lap for the very successful rappers. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Why, why, why
  Why, why, why
  Why, why
  Cash Money, rich niggas
  Look
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Loud pipes, big rims
  Nigga, that's my life
  When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night
  I know a lot of haters probably sayin' that that's not right
  Well, my diamonds so much bigger
  So, that's my life
  Bling Bling
  Now, I only carry big faces and you hear the ching, ching
  Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thin'
  And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen
  Ha, ha, ha
  I crack myself up
  I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
  Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up
  You ain't really got more money than me
  Think about it
  Let's just say somebody gave me a check and took the ink up out it
  So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it
  And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded
  They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12
  And we was next
  Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L
  Le-Le-Lex
  Ha [Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
  I'm on fire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
  We on fire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
  [Verse 2: Juvenile]
  Juvenile used to be R-T-A bound
  Now I be bustin' these bitches head when I come 'round
  Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
  Look into my bed sayin' that's a mad hit
  I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin'
  My Rollie ain't windin' my bank ain't climbin'
  You lookin' at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
  Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check
  I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it
  Teach it like I preach it; now, put that in your head
  Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuttin'
  Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin'
  Meet me in the casino, way in the back
  Losin' money like a motherfucker, still shootin' craps
  Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status
  We make so much money IRS be lookin' at us
  [Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
  I'm on fire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
  We on fire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot [Verse 3: Turk]
  I got more ends than Bunny have in a factory
  I'm Lil Turk, I'm livin' large, got the baddest hoes after me
  Picture me, a young nigga ballin' out of control
  Playing with millions, laying in condos
  Nigga I shine, shine through the fuckin' week
  The fliest ride with Cristal in the passenger seat
  Don't hate me, cause I'm a little baller
  Got more weight than Angola
  Fucking your girl Carla
  Nigga I stunt
  And I'ma a stunt til I can't no more
  Chest lit up like the oaks
  From the diamonds I sport
  Yo, I can't be touched
  Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck
  Rolex crushed out with the bezel
  And in order for hoes to get close to me got to be on my schedule
  I got so much money
  I don't know what to do
  Buy houses and cars
  And break bread with my crew
  [Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
  I'm on fire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
  We on fire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
  We on fire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot [Verse 4: Paparue]
  Uh, uh, uh
  Hear me
  It's like, monkey see, monkey do
  Rollin' with the Cash Money runners I stay true
  Cause when were runnin' and climbin' on the million-dollar scene
  Holding together, know what I mean, know what I mean
  When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer
  Don't nobody have a Benz or the Lex Bubble
  When I start they said I had no fame
  Now all the girls just end up calling my name
  Ten G's to ???
  Fax the contract to big Cash Money
  Cause you know this whole clique right with me
  They're right with me
  Sip-pe-di-dy
  Won't count the diamonds just around my neck
  X amount of dollars on a bankroll check
  If you want to really come and sing with me
  Those that got me wicked, then I do some free
  For free