Rich Crack Baby lyrics

[Intro]
Ain't nothin' but a whole lot of flexin' goin' on
(Honorable Court)
Yeah
Whole lot of money countin' goin' on
Hah, Paper Route Business
Hey, hey

[Chorus]
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Uh)
I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' n*ggas just be playin', ayy
Twelve years old, I said I'll never let a b*tch play me (Uh-uh)
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy)
Foreigns all a n*gga drive, I'm all 'bout a dollar sign (Skrrt)
Every day I wake up, I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line (Hah)
Boy, you a worker, n*gga, I'm a boss, that mean I get all of mine (It's Dolph)
Rich crack baby (Ayy), rich crack baby (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1]
Saks Fifth bags in the trunk and two b*tches with me
I'm fresh as a b*tch and I got two pistols with me (Swag)
Bustdown Rollie, it got residue on it (Dope boy)
Dolce and Gabbana everything, and I got these ice cubes on me (What?)
Woo, don't know how I do it, don't know how I did it, I ran up these millions (What you do?)
I sh*t on f*ck n*ggas and leave b*tches all in they feelings (Hahaha)
In the living room counting guap (Guap)
Outlaw like Pac (f*ck the law)
Sixty thousand on a watch (Uh)
Four hundred on a drop (Woo)
Went from standin' on the block (Yeah)
To now we sitting at the top (Ayy, what's up?)
Coppin' coupes off the showroom
Doing donuts off the lot (Skrrt)
I just poured up me an eight of drank
Smokin' kush, tryna break the bank
Ayy, I just pulled up in a Wraith on an empty tank (What?)
[Chorus]
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Uh)
I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' n*ggas just be playin', ayy
Twelve years old, I said I'll never let a b*tch play me (Uh-uh)
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy)
Foreigns all a n*gga drive, I'm all 'bout a dollar sign (Skrrt)
Every day I wake up, I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line (Hah)
Boy, you a worker, n*gga, I'm a boss, that mean I get all of mine (It's Dolph)
Rich crack baby (Ayy), rich crack baby (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
Hah, I just took another trip (I'm back)
I just made another flip (Yeah)
I just took it out your b*tch (Then what?)
Then I skeeted on her lips (Damn)
Playin' with a real n*gga (Ayy)
That's how n*ggas get killed (Bah)
I count money with the Bloods (What up?)
I count money with the Crips (What up?)
I cannot f*ck with the fake (Nah)
I'm just keepin' that sh*t real (Ayy)
Mama had a crack baby, he went got a couple mil' (Yeah)
Remember I went and got a plug, I went got a couple cribs
Motherf*ck your record deal, uh
Fifty bags of gas at the spot where I left 'em (I'm on the way)
Told my lil' b*tch that she a real one, so I kept her
[Interlude]
Ayy, I'm on another level
It's a big difference
Tune in, hah, ayy

[Chorus]
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Uh)
I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' n*ggas just be playin', ayy
Twelve years old, I said I'll never let a b*tch play me (Uh-uh)
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy)
Foreigns all a n*gga drive, I'm all 'bout a dollar sign (Skrrt)
Every day I wake up, I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line (Honorable Court, hah)
Boy, you a worker, n*gga, I'm a boss, that mean I get all of mine (It's Dolph)
Rich crack baby (Ayy), rich crack baby