Rich Crack Baby

Ain't nothing but a whole lot of flexin' goin' on, yeah

Whole lot of money counting goin' on

Ha, paper route business, hey, hey

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

I'm 'bout that paper for real man

Y'all lil' **** just be playin', ay

Twelve years old, I said I never let a bitch play me

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

Foreigns all a **** drive, I'm all 'bout a dollar signs

Every day I wake up I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line

Boy, you a worker, **** I'm a boss

That mean I get all of mine

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

Sak's Fifth bags in the trunk and two bitches with me

I'm fresh as a bitch and I got two pistols with me

Bus down Rollie, it got residue on it

Dolce and Gabanna everything and I got these ice cubes on me

Don't know how I do it, don't know how I did it

I ran off these millions, what you do?

I shit on fuck **** and leave bitches all in their feelings

In in the living room counting guap

Out outlaw like 'Pac, fuck the law

Sixty thousand on a watch, four hundred on a drop

Went from standing on the block

To now we're sitting at the top

Coppin' coupes off the showroom

Doing doughnuts out the lot

I just poured up me a eighth to drink

Smoking kush, trying to break the bank, ay

I just pulled up in a Wraith on an empty tank

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

I'm bout that paper for real man

Y'all lil' **** just be playin', ay

Twelve years old, I said I never let a bitch play me

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

Foreigns all a **** drive,I'm all 'bout a dollar signs

Every day I wake up I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line

Boy you a worker, **** I'm a boss

That mean I get all of mine

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

I just took another trip, I just made another flip

I just took it out your bitch

Then I skeeted on her lips

Playing with a real ****

That's how **** get killed

I count money with the Bloods

I count money with the Crips

I cannot fuck with the fake

I'm just keeping that shit real

Mama had a crack baby

He went got a couple mil'

Remember when 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

Told my lil' bitch that she got a real one, so I kept her

I'm on another level

There's a big difference Tune in, ha

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

I'm bout that paper for real man

Y'all lil' **** just be playin', ay

Twelve years old, I said I never let a bitch play me

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

Foreigns all a **** drive, I'm all 'bout a dollar signs

Every day I wake up I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line

Boy you a worker, **** I'm a boss

That mean I get all of mine

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby