Music Video
Gucci Mane - Richer Than Errybody (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby) [Official Visualizer]
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirkscey
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Lexus Arnel Lewis
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Mixing Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lex Luger
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucci's a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He's traumatized, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't love 'em, 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody
[Verse 2]
Drive the McLaren, I'm bendin' corners
I ride through the 6 with that burner on me
I'ma get that lil' bitch, and that's if I want her
I'ma nut in that hoe like a sperm donor
Sellin' drugs, got the feds on us
Brand new XD with a beam on it
I'm lacin' my blunt with that lean on it
Sippin' dirty, it's clean then I don't want it
My pocket filled with them dead bodies
Young boy think he richer than errybody
**** play with my shit, I'ma red-dot him
That **** start snitchin', the feds got him
Got a 8 of the Act' in a baby bottle
Got a hunnid-round clip on a wooden chopper
He got him a brick and he started whylin'
He say he cook better than errybody
I'ma stay with a stick 'cause I know they watchin'
I'm droppin' a bag on errybody
Got a bitch from the 8 with a wide body
I think that she fuckin' on errybody
To the day that I die, I'ma take narcotics
Bitch, I'm catchin' a sale on a Palm Pilot
I need diamonds all over my fuckin' body
They keep fuckin' with me, I'ma see about it
[Verse 3]
One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucci's a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He's traumatized he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't love 'em, 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody
[Verse 4]
I'm from the Zone 6, so I seen a lot of dead bodies
They drained Brook Lake and they brought out all them dead bodies
I got so rich, them haters got a lot to say about it
These boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it
I bring that dope to Birmingham, then called it Gucci County
They put some money on my head but couldn't make the bounty
I was so fuckin' underground, don't even know how they found me
Feel like Obama when I move, 'cause I keep soldiers 'round me
I'm not in the NBA, but I be ballin' on bitches (Ballin')
Gotta carry credit cards, my catch too big for my britches
Yeah, I came up out the trenches, I don't fuck with no snitches
**** stay trippin' 'til some of they friends come up missing
Guwop
[Verse 5]
You ain't never put out on a ****, then, lil' ****, shut up (Bitch)
I just rocked a sold-out show, I performed for an hour and then put my gun up (Let's go)
If a lil' **** try me, it's sundown to gundown, that **** won't live to see sun-up
Fuck your bitch and I tip her a hunnid
I show you how to muhfuckin' come up
If you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist before taxes, I spent a whole hundred
You can go ask Johnny, he love it
Every time he see me, he see money
I pulled up BET with my kids and my baby mama, they like "Ooh, he be thuggin'"
No, I'm just a real **** with money
I keep one in the head of that bitch like a bun
I'm too rich, so I just had to switch up my numbers
You playin' it's gonna be a murder like YB
I draw down, you'll see blood like it's YG
I done taught every **** that tried me
Some people compare me to Gucci, I drop some new music and caught me a body
And I don't like hangin' with bitch-ass ****, you gotta be a dog to sit beside me
[Verse 6]
(My boy got) One brick, he think he richer than errybody
(My dog got) Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
(That **** got) Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucci's a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He's traumatized, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't love 'em, 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody
Written by: Radric Davis, Lexus Lewis, Kentrell Gaulden, Jonathan Kurk
