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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Boy
Rich Boy
Vocals
Chris Galletta
Chris Galletta
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niqua Jones
Niqua Jones
Songwriter
Jamal Jones
Jamal Jones
Songwriter
Marece Richards
Marece Richards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stop talking 'bout it, ****
Aye bitch!
Aye ho!
You better look here
[Verse 2]
Fuck talking, get to it, 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'ma tell ya, this some playa shit
[Verse 3]
A real **** here now better get ya bitch
Yeah 'cause big pimping in the house now
If you real, then you know what I'm talking 'bout
Rich Boy, I don't know what these **** thinkin'
Bet a thou', shoot a thou', what you **** bankin'?
Coming down like snow in the winter time
I don't know about you, but I'm getting mine
DIP never cold, ****, hell yeah
Zone 4, gon' pull up in the ATL
Getting money, already know what it is
Huh, don't stop, bitch, what the business is?
Getting more ass than a LA-Z-Boy sofa
Keep my toaster warm in my holster
See you got you're lil' jewelry but I'm chunked out
All the hating, playboy, will get you stomped out
[Verse 4]
Fuck talking, get to it, 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
Fuck talking, get to it, 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
[Verse 5]
Now I  don't wear tight shirts with the cuff links
See the big VS stones, make your eyes blink
Say I talk slow, and I rhyme funny
But I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothing but the big money
Big cake, big shrimp on a big plate
****'s so iced out like a snow flake
Don't hate, big crib with the big lake
Say she wanna taste some of that milkshake
Put your money where your ass at and run that
Just getting started, ****, we done done that
What you know about them folks that was shooting it off
While ya always lying, running and moving your mouth
Homeboy, we ain't going for the okie dokie
'Cause we'll pop it off quick with the gun smoke
See what I tote, keep it in my lap
If these hollow points hit ya, ****, it's a wrap
[Verse 6]
Fuck talking, get to it, 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
Fuck talking, 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
[Verse 7]
Gangsta, don't die now, ****
Rich Boy, Alabama Ex-felon
Stack quicker, drink good hard liquor
Fuck with squad, better have God with you
Cool like a motherfucker with a pimp cup
All my folks getting money, throw your bank up
Yeah, real deal player, gon' ball out
Go on, drink what you drink till you fall out
Where my girls at? Baby, make 'em pay more
Gon' show a **** how you make it shake slow
Yeah, represent, tell 'em, who ya clique
Throw it up, ****, gon' show 'em who you with
[Verse 8]
Fuck talking, get to it, 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
Fuck talking, get to it, 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
Written by: J. Jones, Maurice Richards, Niqua Jones
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