| This for the people that said I wouldn’t be shit
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| Look at me now mother fucker i’m rich
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| Then a mother fucker you can smell this lick
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| Gucci ear mug can’t tell me shit
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| Gucci leather gloves i’m feeling myself
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| Gucci penny leather shoes every time I step
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| Gucci on my right foot and on the left
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| I’m gone keep gucci like the Plaza at Phipps
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| Use to hide money in a brown gucci box
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| Still throwing money in the brown gucci box
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| Spent 95 hundred on a lil Gucci watch
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| Only two people got em' just me and Stuey Rock
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| Bout seven months ago I was up an got broke
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| Lost a couple partners but I never lost hope
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| Came up on some dollars if it wasn’t for like a pro
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| Hop would’ve been gone or in jail or dead
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| Instead I’m on the microphone fucking with my Nike’s on
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| Running in the pussy she can’t leave the dike alone
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| Coming for the cookie we be getting the Michael on
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| But she on thriller no matter if i’m right or wrong
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| She gone fuck with me no matter how far I go
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| She gone come get dick baby let’s start over
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| We can be friends baby I am your card holder throw in your hand
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| The opposite of serious playing
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| Riding with a check heard I go in every song
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| And I ain’t done yet Cus i’m still going in
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| Everybody say i’m next my time is now
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| And if the time counts down (5,4,3,2,1)
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| And if you ever get lonely you can call Rich Homie Baby
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| Whole lot of money baby whole lot of problems
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| Worth a whole lot of guns got a whole lot of cartridge
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| Got a whole lot of gator got a whole lot of ostrich
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| Worth a whole lot of money I got more in my pocket
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| Talking Ben Frank who are you to stop me an who am I to blame
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| I’m gone let her on top she gone try to say my name
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| I’m gone hit her from the back Damon Wayan Major Payne
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| Might bang bang bang just like pop
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| This chinchilla have my laying on a fox
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| Haters on the side line praying for me to fall
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| Intercept it like primetime i’m gone take the ball
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| Rich Homie coming up these niggas looking sour
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| These niggas switch up these niggas just chopping
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| These niggas at the base line hollering for a foul
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| I can tell shawty take her time when she take mine
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| And i’m talking bout head at the foot of the bed
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| Hope you came prepared don’t be scared I ain’t playing
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| We can take it there or flex up a spread
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| The opposite of serious playing
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| Riding with a check heard I go in every song
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| And I ain’t done yet Cus i’m still going in
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| Everybody say i’m next my time is now
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| And if the time counts down
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| And if you ever get lonely you can call Rich Homie Baby
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| Rich Homie Baby
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| Rich, Rich, Rich Homie Baby
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| Rich Homie Baby
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| Rich Homie Baby
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| Rich, Rich, Rich Homie Baby |