| Ain’t nothing but a whole lot of flexin' goin' on, yeah
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| Whole lot of money counting goin' on
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| Ha, paper route business
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| Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
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| I’m 'bout that paper for real, man, y’all lil' niggas just be playin', aye
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| 12 years old, I said I never let a bitch play me
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| Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
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| Foreigns all a nigga drive, I’m all 'bout a dollar signs
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| Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line
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| Boy you a worker, nigga I’m a boss
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| That means I get all of mine
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| Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
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| Sak’s Fifth bags in the trunk and two bitches with me
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| I’m fresh as a bitch, and I got two pistols with me
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| Buss down Rollie, it got residue on it
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| Dolce and Gabbana everything, and I got these ice cubes on me
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| Don’t know how I do it, don’t know how I did it
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| I ran off these millions (what you do?)
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| I shit on fuck niggas and leave bitches all in their feelings
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| In the living room counting guap
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| Outlaw like 'Pac
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| Sixty-thousand on a watch
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| 400 on a drop
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| Went from standing on the block
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| To now we’re sitting at the top
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| Coppin' coupes off the showroom
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| Doing donuts out the lot
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| I just poured up me a eighth to drink
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| Smoking kush, trying to break the bank, aye
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| I just pulled up in a Wraith on an empty tank
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| Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
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| I’m 'bout that paper for real, man, y’all lil' niggas just be playin', aye
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| 12 years old, I said I never let a bitch play me
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| Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
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| Foreigns all a nigga drive, I’m all 'bout a dollar signs
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| Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line
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| Boy you a worker, nigga I’m a boss
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| That means I get all of mine
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| Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
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| I just took another trip
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| I just made another flip
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| I just took it out your bitch
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| Then I skeeted on her lips
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| Playing with a real nigga
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| That’s how niggas get killed
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| I count money with the Bloods
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| I count money with the Crips
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| I cannot fuck with the fake
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| I’m just keeping that shit real
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| Momma had a crack baby
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| He went got a couple mill
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| Remember I went and got a plug
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| I went got a couple cribs
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| Mother-fuck your record deal, uh
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| 50 bags of gas at the spot where I left 'em
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| Told my lil' bitch that she a real one, so I kept her
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| I’m on another level
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| There’s a big difference
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| Tune in
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| Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
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| I’m 'bout that paper for real, man, y’all lil' niggas just be playin', aye
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| 12 years old, I said I never let a bitch play me
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| Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
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| Foreigns all a nigga drive, I’m all 'bout a dollar signs
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| Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line
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| Boy you a worker, nigga I’m a boss
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| That means I get all of mine
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| Rich crack baby, rich crack baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rich Crack Baby , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Rich Crack Baby, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп