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Rich Crack Baby Song Lyrics
Rich Crack Baby by Young Dolph [Hook]
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 b**ch play me
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
Foreigners, nigga, I drive ’em all, I’m all about the dollar signs
Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell ’em to fall in line
Boy you’re a worker, nigga I’m the boss
That means I get all the money
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

[Verse 1]
[?] six bags in the trunk and two b**ches with me
I’m fresh as a b**ch, and I got two pistols with me
Bossed down Rollie ain’t got residue on it
Dolce and Gabbana everything, and I got these ice cubes on me
I don’t know how I do it, don’t know how I did it
I ran off these millions
I sh*t on f**kniggas and leave b**ches all in their feelings
In the living room counting gualla
Apple [?] like [?]
Sixty-thousand on a watch
400 on a drop
[`] standing on the block
So now we’re sitting on the top
Coppin’ coupes off the showroom
Doing donuts out the lot
I just pulled a [?] drink
Smoking kush, trying to break the bank, aye
I just pulled up in a Wraith on an empty tank
[Hook]
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 b**ch play me
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
Foreigners, nigga, I drive ’em all, I’m all about the dollar signs
Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell ’em to fall in line
Boy you’re a worker, nigga I’m the boss
That means I get all the money
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby

[Verse 2]
I just took another trip
I make another flip
I just took it at your b**ch
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 f**k with the fake
I’m just keeping that sh*t real
Momma had a crack baby
He went got a couple mill
Remember when he got a [?]
I went got a couple cribs
Mother-f**k your record deal, uh
50 bags of gas at the spot where I left it
Told my lil’ b**ch that she a real one, so I kept her

[Outro]
I’m on another level
There’s a big difference
Tune in

[Hook]
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 b**ch play me
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby
Foreigners, nigga, I drive ’em all, I’m all about the dollar signs
Everyday I wake up I got new haters, tell ’em to fall in line
Boy you’re a worker, nigga I’m the boss
That means I get all the money
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby