Rich Boy Follow

This what I'm talkin' 'bout boy (Hey bitch!) Looka here

(This the A ho! This the A ho! Yeah This the A ho!) It's Alabama!

[Chorus]

Fuck talkin' get took boy looka here

Rich Boy really do it boy looka here

We can buy the bar all night looka here

I can show you what a stack like looka here

Boy looka here, boy looka here

Looka here, Looka here

Off top I'mma tell ya this some playa shit

A real nigga here now, better get ya bitch

Yeah, 'cause big pimpin' in the house now

If ya real then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Rich Boy, I don't know what these niggas thankin'

Bet a thousand shoot a thousand what you niggas bankin'?

Comin' down like snow in the winter time

I don't know about you but I'm gettin' mine

D-I-P never, cold nigga, hell yeah

Zone 4, gon' pull up in the ATL

Gettin' money already know what it is

Huh, don't stop bitch what the business is

Get mo' ass then a lazy boy sofa

Keep my toaster, warm in my holster

See you got ya lil' jewelry but I'm chunked out

All the hatin' playboy, get ya stomped out

[Chorus 2 x2]

Fuck talkin' get took boy looka here

Rich Boy really do it boy looka here

We can buy the bar all night looka here

I can show you what a stack like looka here

Naw I don't wear tight shirts wit' the cuff links

See them big VS stones make ya eyes blink

Say I talk slow, and I rhyme funny

But I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin' but the big money

Big cake, big shrimp on a big plate

Nigga so iced out like a snowflake

Don't hate, big crib wit' the big lake

Say she wanna taste, some of that milkshake

Put'cha money where ya ass at and run that

Just gettin' started nigga we done done that

What you know about them folks that was shootin' it off?

While y'all was lyin', runnin' and movin' ya moss

Homeboy we ain't goin' for the okie doke

'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gunsmoke

See what I tote? Keep it in my lap

If these hollow points hit'cha nigga it's a wrap

[Chorus 2 x2]

Yeah I ain'tsta... don't die naan nigga

Rich Boy, Alabama ex-figure

Stack quicker, drank good hard liquor

Fuck a squad, better have God wit'cha

Cool like a muh'fucka wit' a pimp cup

All my folk gettin' money put'cha rank up

Yeah real deal playa, gon' ball out

Come drank what'cha drank 'til ya fall out

Where my girls at baby, make 'em pay mo'

Gon' show a nigga how you make it shake slow

Yeah, represent tell 'em who ya click

Throw 'em up nigga gon' show 'em who ya wit'

[Chorus 2 x2]

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