Lil Yachty - B4 DA BOAT lyrics

I talk to the 6 when I chill in the 6
I got hella' bricks hella' bands
Counting through money so fast
I should breeze like a ceiling fan
I never needed a middle man
I been the plug to the socket
My white bitch, she love to play crocket
She cook the dope up
Hiding the sack in her pocket
I been re sighting the path for the rocket
White hoes playing white hoes playing
White hoes playing
Why you hoes playing croquet?

Off top, niggas know that I'm the shit
Gotta' iced out wrist that could
Fuck your baddest bitch stacking up doe
Switching up swerving on foes
Hard top when the rain drop
Candy apple red Ferrari paint
Make these bitches faint
When I walk past to serve their daddy dank
Make them walk the plank on my new Yacht
Motha' fucka' stupid hoe that's a bitch there
I got all of they attention
While my wrist glare
Talk slicker, my stack thicker
My dick bigger
What other else reasons do you want baby?
Tell me it would be stupid if
You didn't hop in this Mercedes
Hella bitches on my line, got my main crazy
Hella' lean in my cup, got my eyes lazy
I've really been on the scene
With my niggas baby
Tryina' flip it like it's crack
In the late 80's
Got my bitch getting wetter like a vet navy
I've been putting hella' miles
On that Bim lately
I've been stunting hella' hard
With my team lately
I've been strictly on some
Counting cash tims lately
Stackin' up for that championship ring baby


Ain't worried bout where I go
We ride round' town with the hoes
We spark up blunts of the gas
And none of us gonna' pass

Rich niggas livin' life
Rich niggas fuck your wife
Rich nigga I take chips
Now rich nigga watch me dip

Young rich nigga I want cash
Give a fuck about a nigga past
He said he did 10 years for shooting someone
Nigga that ain't scaring no one
Young rich nigga I want cash
Young rich nigga oh I got the bag
Bitch, It's young RD and I'm moving fast
I got off the plane and started counting cash
Got off the plane with the stacks
This shirt cost 50 that's a fact
Young rich nigga I just cop it
I don't look at tags
All you center fold niggas ain't
Got much to flex

Ain't worried bout where I go
We ride round' town with the hoes
We spark up blunts of the gas
And none of us gonna' pass

Rich niggas livin' life
Rich niggas fuck your wife
Rich nigga I take chips
Now rich nigga watch me dip

Rich nigga watch me dip
Rich nigga stacking chips
Nacho chips, bitch I get it quick
Leave you quick
This right here, it's that swaggin' shit
My bitch right, they'll sure super bad
Me and my niggas, yea we stuntin'
Nigga got you running
Nigga got you running like a track meet
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier only on the top, yea I told ya
Nigga I was ballin'
Me and my niggas swaggin', you is shit
Bitch you better leave it

Ain't worried bout where I go
We ride round' town with the hoes
We spark up blunts of the gas
And none of us gonna' pass

Rich niggas livin' life
Rich niggas fuck your wife
Rich nigga I take chips
Now rich nigga watch me dip