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"Rich Crack Baby" is a track by Young Dolph, from the album Rich Crack Baby, released 29th July 2016. Full lyrics are available below.
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[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' niggas just be playin', ayy Twelve years old, I said I'll never let a bitch play me (Uh-uh) Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy) Foreigns all a nigga 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, nigga, 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 bitches with me I'm fresh as a bitch 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 shit on fuck niggas and leave bitches all in they feelings (Hahaha) In the living room counting guap (Guap) Outlaw like Pac (Fuck 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' niggas just be playin', ayy Twelve years old, I said I'll never let a bitch play me (Uh-uh) Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy) Foreigns all a nigga 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, nigga, 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 bitch (Then what?) Then I skeeted on her lips (Damn) Playin' with a real nigga (Ayy) That's how niggas get killed (Bah) I count money with the Bloods (What up?) I count money with the Crips (What up?) I cannot fuck with the fake (Nah) I'm just keepin' that shit 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 Motherfuck your record deal, uh Fifty bags of gas at the spot where I left 'em (I'm on the way) Told my lil' bitch 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' niggas just be playin', ayy Twelve years old, I said I'll never let a bitch play me (Uh-uh) Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy) Foreigns all a nigga 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, nigga, I'm a boss, that mean I get all of mine (It's Dolph) Rich crack baby (Ayy), rich crack baby
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