Lobster

[Intro: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]

KD

(D.A. got that dope)

Hey

Y'all know what the fuck we talkin', right?

Yeah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]

Made like two-fifty today (Today)

Another three-fifty tomorrow (Huh?)

I don't drive the Maybach, you in borrowed (Skrrt)

Ha (What?), bitch (Bitch)

All of my pasta got lobster, yeah

Rich, why he move like a mobster? Yeah (Huh?)

Mixing my opps with the Grabba (Yeah)

Bitch (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]

He thought he was me, he imposter (What?)

Shoot a movie like, "Get me a Oscar" (Movie)

Louis V everyday like a costume (LV)

I was out on that block with the shotters

She want some money, but that's not my problem (That's not my problem)

I got a baddiе, pull up in the Prada shit (Baddie)

Hop on the dick and do tricks shе like, "Tada" (Hey)

Play with that money, he shot for that guala (Boom)

H-two-oh, wrist and my neck is on Aqua (Ice)

You know Hood Fav', I'm connected like Wi-Fi (Hood Fav', yeah)

Bro tryna turn his white tee into tie-dye (Grrah)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]

Yeah, they tryna slide, no cha-cha (Cha-Cha slide)

The plug, I'm connected, no Wi-Fi (Woo)

Hop on a jet, pour a six, it's a red-eye (Woo)

Yeah, Rich Forever get the chicken like Popeyes

You ain't made a whole six-hundred in a day (Yeah)

You ain't had a R&B bitch and made her bae (For real)

Bitch got mad, put a hundred in her face (Lil' bitch)

Fuck Twelve, blow smoke in they face, I'ma beat the case (Ha)

Pussy (Pussy)

Ballin' on niggas, I am not a rookie (Ballin')

Three-fifty for a Thailand show, yeah, book me (Woo, woo, woo)

Amsterdam, did a show in a hoodie (Woo, woo, woo)

Half a million waiting in Dubai, pussy (Half a)

I ain't want the bitch, but I'ma keep the foot'-ee (Pussy)

A-1 'cause she got gushy (Yeah)

Maybach, riding with the fully (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch]

Made like two-fifty today (Today)

Another three-fifty tomorrow (Huh?)

I don't drive the Maybach, you in borrowed (Skrrt)

Ha (What?), bitch (Bitch)

All of my pasta got lobster, yeah

Rich, why he move like a mobster? Yeah (Huh?)

Mixing my opps with the Grabba (Yeah)

Bitch (Bitch)

[Verse 3: Jay Critch]

She from the hood, but she look like a model (Baddie)

Whole lot of drink, it came straight out the bottle (Lean)

When you get money, they all gonna follow (All gonna follow)

I blocked the bitch, she keep telling me follow her (Why?)

I chased a bag and then I went and got me one (I went and got it)

Straight off the block to the crib out in Hollywood

And I still go to my hood, can't be Hollywood (Can't be fake)

I do not know who be tellin', you probably would (You)

I thought they never would fold, but they probably would (But they probably would)

I'm in Miami with Z's, leave you snorin' (Z's)

New Z truck, it cost more than his foreign

This money shit, it never get old, it ain't boring (It ain't boring)

It's a drizzle, I get dressed and it's pourin' (Yeah)

And I don't fuck with them boys, they annoying (They annoying)

Diamonds too bright in they eyes, it's annoying (Ice)

Big body bitch, I'ma park it and tow it (Hood Fav')

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]

Made like two-fifty today (Today)

Another three-fifty tomorrow (Huh?)

I don't drive the Maybach, you in borrowed (Skrrt)

Ha (What?), bitch (Bitch)

All of my pasta got lobster, yeah

Rich, why he move like a mobster? Yeah (Huh?)

Mixing my opps with the Grabba (Yeah)

Bitch