Had To Go Away Rich Boy (Ft. Dice Raw, Young Chris & Young Gliss)
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[Intro: Rich Boy]
Yeah, yeah
What's up to Young Gliss, ayy
Look at my necklace, ayy
You gon' respect this, yeah
Shout to Philly, nigga
This Rich Boy slidin' through this motherfucker
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Lights hit my ice and make the whole chain illuminate
I'm a boss, count me out the unemployment rate
Talkin' top dollar, stackin' bread like a weddin' cake
Everybody tellin' me drop, don't make the world wait
Even haters be fans because they watchin'
All on the internet, checkin' for when I'm droppin'
Female freaks fall through like a fuck fest
Feel like a job, ballin' hard, gettin' no rest
Chasin' more chicks, you chase a piece of pussy
No need to call, if you ain't got enough to book me
Comin' out the crib with a couple hunnid karats on
Now my cellular phone getting calls from Hong Kong
And I'm packin' it, aimin' accurate
Hatin', I ain't havin' it, cash got me stackin' it
And the girls ask, can they best friend, come assist
Who the special guest list? Rich Boy and Young Gliss
Yeah, yeah
What's up to Young Gliss, ayy
Look at my necklace, ayy
You gon' respect this, yeah
Shout to Philly, nigga
This Rich Boy slidin' through this motherfucker
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Lights hit my ice and make the whole chain illuminate
I'm a boss, count me out the unemployment rate
Talkin' top dollar, stackin' bread like a weddin' cake
Everybody tellin' me drop, don't make the world wait
Even haters be fans because they watchin'
All on the internet, checkin' for when I'm droppin'
Female freaks fall through like a fuck fest
Feel like a job, ballin' hard, gettin' no rest
Chasin' more chicks, you chase a piece of pussy
No need to call, if you ain't got enough to book me
Comin' out the crib with a couple hunnid karats on
Now my cellular phone getting calls from Hong Kong
And I'm packin' it, aimin' accurate
Hatin', I ain't havin' it, cash got me stackin' it
And the girls ask, can they best friend, come assist
Who the special guest list? Rich Boy and Young Gliss
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