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Rich Crack Baby Lyrics
Artist: Young Dolph
Rich Crack Baby Lyrics
Rich Crack Baby by Young Dolph
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
I’m ’bout that paper for real, man, y’all lil’ niggas just be playin’, aye
12 years old, I said I never let a b**ch play me
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
Foreigners, nigga, I drive ’em all, I’m all about the dollar signs
Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell ’em to fall in line
Boy you’re a worker, nigga I’m the boss
That means I get all the money
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
[Verse 1]
[?] six bags in the trunk and two b**ches with me
I’m fresh as a b**ch, and I got two pistols with me
Bossed down Rollie ain’t got residue on it
Dolce and Gabbana everything, and I got these ice cubes on me
I don’t know how I do it, don’t know how I did it
I ran off these millions
I sh*t on f**kniggas and leave b**ches all in their feelings
In the living room counting gualla
Apple [?] like [?]
Sixty-thousand on a watch
400 on a drop
[`] standing on the block
So now we’re sitting on the top
Coppin’ coupes off the showroom
Doing donuts out the lot
I just pulled a [?] drink
Smoking kush, trying to break the bank, aye
I just pulled up in a Wraith on an empty tank
[Hook]
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
I’m ’bout that paper for real, man, y’all lil’ niggas just be playin’, aye
12 years old, I said I never let a b**ch play me
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
Foreigners, nigga, I drive ’em all, I’m all about the dollar signs
Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell ’em to fall in line
Boy you’re a worker, nigga I’m the boss
That means I get all the money
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
[Verse 2]
I just took another trip
I make another flip
I just took it at your b**ch
Then I skeeted on her lips
Playing with a real nigga
That’s how niggas get killed
I count money with the Bloods
I count money with the Crips
I cannot f**k with the fake
I’m just keeping that sh*t real
Momma had a crack baby
He went got a couple mill
Remember when he got a [?]
I went got a couple cribs
Mother-f**k your record deal, uh
50 bags of gas at the spot where I left it
Told my lil’ b**ch that she a real one, so I kept her
[Outro]
I’m on another level
There’s a big difference
Tune in
[Hook]
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
I’m ’bout that paper for real, man, y’all lil’ niggas just be playin’, aye
12 years old, I said I never let a b**ch play me
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
Foreigners, nigga, I drive ’em all, I’m all about the dollar signs
Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell ’em to fall in line
Boy you’re a worker, nigga I’m the boss
That means I get all the money
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
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