Rich Crack Baby Young Dolph

[Intro]
Ain't nothin' but a whole lot of flexin' goin' on
(Honorable Court)
Yeah
Whole lot of money countin' goin' on
Hah, Paper Route Business
Hey, hey

[Chorus]
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Uh)
I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' niggas just be playin', ayy
Twelve years old, I said I'll never let a bitch play me (Uh-uh)
Rich crack baby, rich crack baby (Ayy)
Foreigns all a nigga drive, I'm all 'bout a dollar sign (Skrrt)
Every day I wake up, I got new haters, tell 'em to fall in line (Hah)
Boy, you a worker, nigga, I'm a boss, that mean I get all of mine (It's Dolph)
Rich crack baby (Ayy), rich crack baby (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1]
Saks Fifth bags in the trunk and two bitches with me
I'm fresh as a bitch and I got two pistols with me (Swag)
Bustdown Rollie, it got residue on it (Dope boy)
Dolce and Gabbana everything, and I got these ice cubes on me (What?)
Woo, don't know how I do it, don't know how I did it, I ran up these millions (What you do?)
I shit on fuck niggas and leave bitches all in they feelings (Hahaha)
In the living room counting guap (Guap)
Outlaw like Pac (Fuck the law)
Sixty thousand on a watch (Uh)
Four hundred on a drop (Woo)
Went from standin' on the block (Yeah)
To now we sitting at the top (Ayy, what's up?)
Coppin' coupes off the showroom
Doing donuts off the lot (Skrrt)
I just poured up me an eight of drank
Smokin' kush, tryna break the bank
Ayy, I just pulled up in a Wraith on an empty tank (What?)