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Otb the squad and you know I got my gang with me
My niggas hittin' licks, you know we chasin' bands homie
Yo bitch at my show, she know that I'm

on ya
And yea blama ya homie

Running from the bounty homie
Your honor I think ya outta order
I know what you did last
Summer fuck your baby mother
Gucci

a hotboy 
Rip da homie
Ain't tryna go, lik Pablo 
Imma keep da tool on me
Imma keep a bad bitch and she gone be bout some paper
Young trap nigga comin thru

flooded with ice
Niggas hate me to my death
Cause I'm loving my life
I can walk through any hood, I paid that cost
I ain't felt this good since I
Got shot

on me
Used to have blocks on me
Now I'm living for PETA 'cause I got a fox on me, ah
Now that I told you niggas, I showed you niggas
She come through

only when the stars are bright
Wait only when the vibe is right
Invite only, sit tight homie
We on that shit we on it, y'all gon' notice
We cannot sit by

chitchat, I'm rich (fuck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fuck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (fuck)
When she get to toppin',

you get what you get

Yeah nigga, pistol to your ear nigga
Have my big homie kill your lil' nigga
We heard the bricks comin' on the boat
We

a real tingle
Money in this pocket, that pocket, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin
Respect, I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh,

Over Here

Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik, Vol. 3

2019

broke and I couldn't have it
Uh, swipe that piece of plastic
Rode around Nashville for three hours
Listenin' to beats, waitin' for the magic
Swung by

to understand, don't be haste with a reply
You gave me the input and words I can amplify
I'm trying to walk by faith and not depend on no vision
I'm slipping my

Just bought a new foreign paid cash for it
Ima buy her gucci if she ask for it
Rich nigga I was trapping off a android
Hold on nigga, Aye
Sliding in

you
Tell me what we can do, can do
Written By: Ti-Quan Woodley

money that's a rich move
You can ask my big brother I been smooth
Wit my Day1's making chess moves
Had a fake homie like da test tubes
Gotta cut you off

know they fake and we keep it real so they can't shame us
Tryna be a rich homie so i gotta keep my thug
Gotta keep a bag on me to show em im a hustla

He sped off, I ran out, and he fell out like Rich Homie
If he slippin', get a mop
I get any nigga dropped
I stopped think these niggas my dawgs,

CHORUS:
So much fun we used to have/ 
Now you got me in my rich homie ways/
Baby I ain’t mean to break yo heart/
In so many ways/
Bubble-guts

the crowns
Respected by the players
And really world renowned
Unless Im balling shooting jumpers
I'll be ten toes down
Swish on them
Walk through like Rich

cost'a sending bullets
Through the window
This that real life you just a pretender
A pretender i write verse just to get
By while going through pain
I move

(ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that
Pussy like I’m Usher Raymond
(like I'm Usher baby)
Bih grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie Baby
(rich homie

the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my

(Yung made the beat, bitch)
Rich Homie baby (Yung Lan on the track)
Jackboy, tell me how you feel 'bout that girl bro
Man that nigga love, man

mess with my homie
If we're bein' honest, I don't think y'all could hold me
Rather be broke by myself than Rich fake homies
Yeah, I'm finna act with Quan

Yeah (Rich Homie)
Quan (what's funny?)
These niggas throwing slick shots, man
You know me? I go direct with it
Ya feel me?
Put a name on it,