Intro:
Trauma Tone Time.Rich Homie Baby!
Hook:
I got this thick b**h booty do anything I say
My small,slim chick be trippin bout anything but don't play
About her n***a,bout them figures,in her purse,she keep her pistol
Day time job,at night she Strippin
Turn around plug,best believe she gon hit me
I'ma be like ayo(hey,hey).Them choppas screamin like ayo(fo,fo)
And she'll do anything that a n***a say so(she will n***a)
Turn around plug for the work best believe I'ma pull up
One of ya'll n***as gon have to make up
Verse 1:
Shootin all of ya'll n***as
She won't Molly,she want Scotties
And I'm boottin all of these b**hes(boot up)
Heard that 12 got behind me watch how fast I lose these n***as
They say that pistol like a lemon
I'm gon squeeze it then gon shoot it,aye
I don't want no boss n***a
I the boss already don't touch that sh**
If I don't get it off of me
You don't see me with it don't mean no strap
Know I probably got it on me(my right hand)
And that V.I.P table i'm sittin in got a hunned bottles on it
Yeah,they got them Mollys on it
You ain't shoppin,she wearin I spent 600 on it
You don't know how the sack feel.You don't know about me
You don't know how it feel to have a bad b**h off on her knees just to swim in yo sea
I call her my nieces when we in public
But everybody know she my side chick
My wrist flickin colorful,this b**h i'm with gulable
[Hook]
Verse 2:
You be flexin like you got it
Check off in yo pocket
Best believe i'm lookin for them motherf**in Pesos
Actin like you won't it when you don't
Mess around[?]I go f** it
Stupid ho do what I say so
Got blocks at the spot like a Lego
Shoot a motherf**er with a Bagel
Actin like you got a payed Lawyer boy you got a Public Defender so you know the case closed
My side ho do anything.She let me flip her any way
I f** that p**y Indian Style call that Chicken Wing
And I don't want a back rub.I'd rather get surf board
No Beyonce.I got a brother named Andre
And we Fired up Friday b**h it's Sunday
[Hook]
Outro:
Lay low,lay low,lay low,lay low,lay low,lay low
Ha.Come up sore with that money
Best beleive I take it from ya
n***a you ain't got nun
Hey.Rich homie baby.Yeah,yeah,it Rich Homie baby
Ooh,ooh,Rich Homie baby
I can still make songs with my boy gone
Rich homie baby.Aye,aye,i'm Rich Homie baby
She got on a robe
Turn up G,I double A to me can't turn no mo