Lyrics Young Dolph

Young Dolph

Rich Crack Baby

Ain't nothing but a whole lot of flexin' goin' on, yeah

Whole lot of money counting goin' on

Ha, paper route business

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' niggas just be playin', aye

12 years old, I said I never let a bitch play me

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

Foreigns all a nigga drive, I'm all 'bout a dollar signs

Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line

Boy you a worker, nigga I'm a boss

That means I get all of mine

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

Sak's Fifth bags in the trunk and two bitches with me

I'm fresh as a bitch, and I got two pistols with me

Buss down Rollie, it got residue on it

Dolce and Gabbana everything, and I got these ice cubes on me

Don't know how I do it, don't know how I did it

I ran off these millions (what you do?)

I shit on fuck niggas and leave bitches all in their feelings

In the living room counting guap

Outlaw like 'Pac

Sixty-thousand on a watch

400 on a drop

Went from standing on the block

To now we're sitting at the top

Coppin' coupes off the showroom

Doing donuts out the lot

I just poured up me a eighth to drink

Smoking kush, trying to break the bank, aye

I just pulled up in a Wraith on an empty tank

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' niggas just be playin', aye

12 years old, I said I never let a bitch play me

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

Foreigns all a nigga drive, I'm all 'bout a dollar signs

Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line

Boy you a worker, nigga I'm a boss

That means I get all of mine

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

I just took another trip

I just made another flip

I just took it out your bitch

Then I skeeted on her lips

Playing with a real nigga

That's how niggas get killed

I count money with the Bloods

I count money with the Crips

I cannot fuck with the fake

I'm just keeping that shit real

Momma had a crack baby

He went got a couple mill

Remember I went and got a plug

I went got a couple cribs

Mother-fuck your record deal, uh

50 bags of gas at the spot where I left 'em

Told my lil' bitch that she a real one, so I kept her

I'm on another level

There's a big difference

Tune in

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' niggas just be playin', aye

12 years old, I said I never let a bitch play me

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

Foreigns all a nigga drive, I'm all 'bout a dollar signs

Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line

Boy you a worker, nigga I'm a boss

That means I get all of mine

Rich crack baby, rich crack baby