Gucci Mane, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, DaBaby - Richer Than Errybody lyrics

Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

[Gucci Mane, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, DaBaby - Richer Than Errybody lyrics]

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One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Four bricks,  he think he richer
Than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucci's a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatized
He done seen too many dead bodiesI ain't
Lovin' 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance
I'm stuntin' on errybody

Drive the McLaren, I'm bendin' corners
(Skrrt)
I ride through the six with that burner on me
I'ma get that lil' bitch and
That's if I want her
I'ma nut in that ho like a sperm donor
Sellin' drugs, got the feds on us
Brand new XD with the beam on it
I'm lacin' my blunt with that lean on it
Sippin' dirty, if it's clean
Then I'on want it
My pockets filled with them dead bodies
YoungBoy thinkin' he richer than everybody
Nigga, play with my shit, I'ma red dot him
That nigga start snitchin', the feds got him
Got a eight of that Act' in the baby bottle
Got a hundred round clip
On the wooden chopper
He got him a brick and he started wildin'
He say he cook better than errybody
I'ma stay with the stick 'cause
I know they watchin'
I'm droppin' a bag on errybody
Got a bitch from the 8 wit' a wide body
I think that she fuckin' on everybody
'Til the day that I die, I'ma take narcotics
Bitch, I'm catchin' a cell on a Palm Pilot
Got these diamonds all over my fuckin' body
Like he fuckin' with me? I'ma see about it

One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucci's a murderer, he got dead bodies
(Gucci)
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatized
He done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't lovin' 'cause these
Bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance
I'm stuntin' on errybody

I'm from the Zone 6
So I seen a lotta dead bodies
They drain Brook Lake and they brought
Out all them dead bodies i got so rich
Them haters got a lot to say about it (Huh?)
These boys so broke
They need to go to church and pray about it
(Damn) i bring that dope to Birmingham and
Then call it Gucci county (Skrr, skrr)
They put some money on my head
'but they couldn't make the bounty
I was so fucking underground
Don't even know how they find me
Feel like Obama when I move 'cause
I keep soldiers 'round me
I'm not in the NBA but
I be ballin' on bitches (Ballin')
Gotta carry credit cards
My cash too big for my britches
Yeah, I came up out the trenches
I don't fuck wit' no snitches (yeah)
Niggas stay trippin' 'til some of
They friends come up missin' (Guwop)

You ain't never put out on
A nigga, then lil' nigga, shut up
(Bitch) i just rocked a sold-out show
I performed for a hour and
Didn't put my gun up (Let's go)
If a lil' nigga try me and
Send out a gun down
That nigga won't live to see sun up (Uh, uh)
Fuck your bitch and I tip her a hundred
(yeah, yeah)
I show you how to muhfuckin' come up
If you add up my watch and my
Wrist and my fist, before taxes
I spent a whole hundred (A hundred)
You can go and ask Johnny, he love
It, every time he see me, he see money
I pulled up BET with my kids and
My baby mama, they like, "Ooh
He be thuggin'"
No, I'm just a real nigga with money
I keep one in the head of
That bitch like a bundle
I'm too rich so I just had
To switch up my number
You play and it's gon' be a murder like YB
I draw out, you see blood like it's YG (yeah)
I done told every nigga to try me (yeah)
Some people compare me to Gucci
I drop some new music and caught me a body
And I don't like hangin'
With bitch ass niggas
You gotta be a dawg to sit beside me
My boy got

One brick, he think he richer than errybody
(My dog got)
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
(That nigga got)
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucci's a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatized
He done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't lovin' 'cause these
Bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance
I'm stuntin' on errybody (Errybody)

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