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Skilla Baby - Richie (Feat. Moneybagg Yo) [Clean]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skilla Baby
Skilla Baby
Vocals
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevon Gardner
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
Joshua White
Joshua White
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mia JayC
Mia JayC
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Additional Engineer
Chris Smith
Chris Smith
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
You cut up on this bitch, JAY C
MIA JAY C
Ha
[Verse 1]
Two hundred thousand on a Richard Mille, ****, add me up
All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck
Think my pet peeve is when a fake **** dap me up
And I keep some killers with me, ****, what I'm lackin' for?
Really self made, self paid with no help, lame
Quick to spank a pussy ass ****, like I'm belt gang
I be goin' through it, act like I ain't ever felt pain
Got my own money, ****, I can buy myself chains
I'm a dog, ****, slide on you like a fraud, ****
Really hard, **** can't hold me, I ain't y'all ****
Every time **** dime, suspect y'all all victims
Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all **** (Ha)
[Chorus]
Two hundred thousand for the Richard
**** start sending threats, come and get me
I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies
I take all my young bitches to Tiffany (Ha)
Two hundred thousand on me daily
These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous
Spent two hundred thousand on my **** cases
Two hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him
[Verse 2]
The coupe go two sumn to sixty, this bitch too runnin' (Too fast)
**** always talkin' 'bout foemen but can't move nothin' (Broke ass)
Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (Luggage)
Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (Uh)
Hydraulics on the May' truck, young **** paid up (Go)
Keep on putting it in their face, bruh, like Cartier Buffs
AP Skelly, Richard Mille, know what I'm sayin'? Made up
Two hundred thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up
So why not get it? This that good smoke, a.k.a. that real za (Gas)
And I got all different kind in this pill box (Facts)
Put up some pints, they turnin' brown but they still raw (Wockiesha)
Don't sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross
Call a **** bluff, break ten milli out (Right now)
They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli bout (Lil pussy)
Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (Ha)
I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth
[Chorus]
Ha
Two hundred thousand for the Richard
**** start sending threats, come and get me
I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies
I take all my young bitches to Tiffany (Ha)
Two hundred thousand on me daily
These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous
Spent two hundred thousand on my **** cases
Two hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him
Ha
[Outro]
My young **** get actin' for that money, and
Let 'em see them one **** out, they're the dumb dumb
**** hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from?
I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh
Written by: Demario White, Joshua White, Trevon Gardner
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