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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
Yung Dev
Yung Dev
Producer

Lyrics

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 Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (uh) I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' niggas just be playin', ayy 12 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) 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) 60 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?) Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (uh) I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' niggas just be playin', ayy 12 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) 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 50 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 Ayy, I'm on another level It's a big difference Tune in, hah, ayy Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (uh) I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' niggas just be playin', ayy 12 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)
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