Rich Crack Baby

[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