boy looka here lyrics – rich boy

this what i’m talkin’ ’bout boy (hey b*tch!) looka here
(this the a ho! this the a ho! yeah this the a ho!) it’s alabama!

[chorus]
f*ck talkin’ 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
boy looka here, boy looka here
looka here, looka here

[verse 1]
off top i’mma tell ya this some playa sh*t
a real n*gg* here now, better get ya b*tch
yeah, ’cause big pimpin’ in the house now
if ya real then you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
rich boy, i don’t know what these n*gg*s thankin’
bet a thousand shoot a thousand what you n*gg*s bankin’?
comin’ down like snow in the winter time
i don’t know about you but i’m gettin’ mine
dip never, cold n*gg*, h*ll yeah
zone 4, gon’ pull up in the atl
gettin’ money already know what it is
huh, don’t stop b*tch what the business is
get mo’ *ss then a lazy boy sofa
keep my toaster, warm in my holster
see you got ya lil’ jewelry but i’m chunked out
all the hatin’ playboy, get ya stomped out

[chorus 2 x2]
f*ck talkin’ 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 2]
naw i don’t wear tight shirts wit’ the cuff links
see them big vs stones make ya eyes blink
say i talk slow, and i rhyme funny
but i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout nothin’ but the big money
big cake, big shrimp on a big plate
n*gg* so iced out like a snowflake
don’t hate, big crib wit’ the big lake
say she wanna taste, some of that milkshake
put’cha money where ya *ss at and run that
just gettin’ started n*gg* we done done that
what you know about them folks that was shootin’ it off?
while y’all was lyin’, runnin’ and movin’ ya moss
homeboy we ain’t goin’ for the okie doke
’cause we’ll pop it off quick wit’ the gunsmoke
see what i tote? keep it in my lap
if these hollow points h*t’cha n*gg* it’s a wrap

[chorus 2 x2]

[verse 3]
yeah i ain’tsta… don’t die naan n*gg*
rich boy, alabama ex-figure
stack quicker, drank good hard liquor
f*ck a squad, better have god wit’cha
cool like a muh’f*cka wit’ a pimp cup
all my folk gettin’ money put’cha rank up
yeah real deal playa, gon’ ball out
come drank what’cha drank ’til ya fall out
where my girls at baby, make ’em pay mo’
gon’ show a n*gg* how you make it shake slow
yeah, represent tell ’em who ya click
throw ’em up n*gg* gon’ show ’em who ya wit’

[chorus 2 x2]

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/ rich boy lyrics