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Skilla Baby - Richie (Feat. Moneybagg Yo) [Clean]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skilla Baby
Skilla Baby
Vocals
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevon Gardner
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
Joshua White
Joshua White
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mia JayC
Mia JayC
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Additional Engineer
Chris Smith
Chris Smith
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(You cut up on this one, JAY C) (MIA JAY C) Huh 200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for? Really self-made, self paid with no help, lame Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas Every time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh) 200 thousand for the Richie Nigga stop sending threats, come and get me I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies I take all my young bitches to Tiffany Huh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now) These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh) Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll) 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go) The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast) Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass) Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage) Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh) Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go) Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up 200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?) This that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas) And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts) Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha) Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now) They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy) Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha) I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh) 200 thousand for the Richie Nigga start sending threats, come and get me I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies I take all my young bitches to Tiffany Huh, 200 thousand on me daily These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh My young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh) Let 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha) I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh
Writer(s): Demario White, Joshua White, Trevon Gardner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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