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Ain't nothing but a whole lot of flexin' goin on 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, 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 SongtexteTo 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, 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, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania