Young Dolph - Rich Crack Baby lyrics

Ain't nothin' but a whole lot
Of flexin' goin' on (Honorable Court)
Yeah whole lot of money countin' goin' on
Hah, Paper Route Business hey, hey

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Uh)
I'm 'bout that paper for real, man
Y'all lil' niggas just be playin', ayy
Twelve years old
I said I'll never let a bitch play me
(Uh, uh)
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy)
Foreigns all a nigga drive
I'm all 'bout a dollar sign (Skrrt)
Every day I wake up, I got new haters
Tell 'em to fall in line (Hah)
Boy, you a worker, nigga, I'm a boss
That mean I get all of mine (It's Dolph)
Rich crack baby
(Ayy) , rich crack baby (Uh, huh)

Saks Fifth bags in the trunk
And two bitches with me
I'm fresh as a bitch and I
Got two pistols with me (Swag)
Bustdown Rollie, it got residue on it
(Dope boy) dolce and Gabbana everything
And I got these ice cubes on me (What?)
Woo, don't know how I do it, don't
Know how I did it, i ran up these millions
(What you do?)
I shit on fuck niggas and leave
Bitches all in they feelings (Ha ha ha)
In the living room counting guap (Guap)
Outlaw like Pac (Fuck the law)
Sixty thousand on a watch (Uh)
Four hundred on a drop (Woo)
Went from standin' on the block (yeah)
To now we sitting at the top
(Ayy, what's up?)
Coppin' coupes off the showroom
Doing donuts off the lot (Skrrt)
I just poured up me an eight of drank
Smokin' kush, tryna break the bank
Ayy, I just pulled up in a
Wraith on an empty tank (What?)

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Uh)
I'm 'bout that paper for real, man
Y'all lil' niggas just be playin', ayy
Twelve years old
I said I'll never let a bitch play me
(Uh, uh)
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy)
Foreigns all a nigga drive
I'm all 'bout a dollar sign (Skrrt)
Every day I wake up, I got new haters
Tell 'em to fall in line (Hah)
Boy, you a worker, nigga, I'm a boss
That mean I get all of mine (It's Dolph)
Rich crack baby
(Ayy) , rich crack baby (Uh, huh)

Hah, I just took another trip (I'm back)
I just made another flip (yeah)
I just took it out your bitch (Then what?)
Then I skeeted on her lips (Damn)
Playin' with a real nigga (Ayy)
That's how niggas get killed (Bah)
I count money with the Bloods (What up?)
I count money with the Crips (What up?)
I cannot fuck with the fake (Nah)
I'm just keepin' that shit real (Ayy)
Mama had a crack baby
He went got a couple mil' (yeah)
Remember I went and got a plug
I went got a couple cribs
Motherfuck your record deal, uh
Fifty bags of gas at the
Spot where I left 'em (I'm on the way)
Told my lil' bitch that she a real one
So I kept her

Ayy, I'm on another level
It's a big difference tune in, hah, ayy

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Uh)
I'm 'bout that paper for real, man
Y'all lil' niggas just be playin', ayy
Twelve years old
I said I'll never let a bitch play me
(Uh, uh)
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy)
Foreigns all a nigga drive
I'm all 'bout a dollar sign (Skrrt)
Every day I wake up, I got new haters
Tell 'em to fall in line
(Honorable Court, hah)
Boy, you a worker, nigga, I'm a boss
That mean I get all of mine (It's Dolph)
Rich crack baby (Ayy) , rich crack baby