[Intro: Rich Boy]
Yeah (Yeah) Jim (Hahahaha) Rich Boy
Yeah, Ayy, yeah
(Have your girl going crazy)
Yeah, come on, ayy (Ayy, yeah)
[verse 1: Rich Boy]
I got a red Roadrunner and a yellowbird Hummer (Hummer)
The same as your mama
Fightin with that drama (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a messy-ass bitch, I don't even want your number (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hard tops for the winter, droptops for the summer (Ugh, ugh, come on)
Coming through in a bubblegum-blue '88 (Ayy)
Even if I had a Benz, I'mma represent the state (Yeah, yeah, oh)
Caviar all on my plate, told my momma I just ate (Yeah, come on)
Told my son (?), hey you need to get some weight
So I went and got a brick, told my homies that was it
Wrapped it up real good and started making paper quick (Quick)
Now the girls goin crazy, I'm grippin my 380 (Ugh)
I'm still tryna figure how to make these bitches pay me, whoa
[Chorus: Rich Boy]
Girls in the club go crazy
Gomies in the club go crazy
If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumpin so pay me
Girls in the club go crazy
Homies in the club go crazy
If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumpin so pay me
[verse 2: yelawolf]
Well, I'm Yelawolf, I got funk galore
You might have a lotta funk, but I got much more
And don't act like you ain't seen it before
Keep the sweat dripping from your girlfriends pores (Hey)
"So what's up with this crackerjack?
All i know is that he's sipping pack for pack"
So when I'm busy, I know fact from wack
Running rappers drunk, homie, stack for stack
I got people on they feet in the seats (In the seats)
I got Jim Jonsin dropping on the beat (On the beat)
Get the fuck out if you can't control the heat
Whats up to the all the punks that I see?
I'mma give 'em a piece of my mind, I'm cooking a brain sammich
I'mma roll up a nine-inch blunt, and sprinkle a little bit of me in it
Smoke that
And put a middle finger up while I chop this shit like a banzai
Hello world, welcome to my first hit, Yelawolf, Rich Boy, bye-bye
[Chorus: Rich Boy]
Girls in the club go crazy
Homies in the club go crazy
If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumpin so pay me
Girls in the club go crazy (Yeah, goin crazy)
Homies in the club go crazy (Turn up)
If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumpin so pay me (Goin crazy)
[Verse 3: Rich Boy]
Wear a five fifty frame at the Alabama State game
Blowing big blunts, doing stunts, smoking propane (Oh)
You need your ass snapped (Snapped), you's a lab rat (Rat)
Bring my half back (Back) in a backpack
Caesar salad at the Palace, the crib lavish
Green guac, big knots, smoking green cabbage
Me and my partner got 'em takin it off
Touchin them soft, I can't hear what they saying because it's somethin in they mouth
Me, 'Wolf, and Jonsin got the bouncer woofers knockin (What, what)
We keep the bottles poppin till the women keep it— (Ugh)
Im in the drop-head Phantom, pulling girls at random
It's Cartier Rich Boy, the haters can't stand him (Ugh)
[Chorus: Rich Boy]
Girls in the club go crazy (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Homies in the club go crazy (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
You know the shit jumpin so pay me (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Girls in the club go crazy (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Homies in the club go crazy (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
You know the shit jumpin so pay me
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