Richer Than Errybody
YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Dababy, Gucci Mane
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(Haan) one brick, he think he richer than errybody Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (haan) Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody (uh) Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody (yeah) Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody (yeah) Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies Certified, he cook way better than errybody He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody Drive the McLaren I'm bendin' corners (skrrt) I ride through the six with that burner on me I'ma get that lil' bitch and that's if I want her I'ma nut in that hoe like a sperm donor (brr) Sellin' drugs, got the feds on us (feds) Brand new XD with the beam on it I'm mixin' my blunt with that lean on it Sippin' dirty, it's clean? Then I'on want it My pocket filled with them dead bodies Young boy thinkin' he richer than everybody Nigga play with my shit? I'ma red dot him That nigga start snitchin', the feds got him Gotta eight of the Ac' in the baby bottle Got a hundred round clip on the wooden chopper He got him a brick and he started wylin' He say he cook better than errybody (than errybody) I'ma stay with the stick 'cause I know they watchin' I'm droppin' a bag on errybody Got a bitch from the eight wit' a wide body I think that she fuckin' on errybody 'Til the day that I die, I'ma take narcotics Bitch, I'm catchin' a cell on a PalmPilot Got these diamonds all over my fucking body Like he fucking with me? I'ma see about it One brick, he think he richer than errybody Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (Two) Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody (Four) Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies (it's Gucci) Certified, he cook way better than errybody He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody I'm from the zone six, so I seen a lotta dead bodies (yeah) They drained Brooklet, and they brought out all them dead bodies I got so rich, them haters got a lot to say about it (huh?) These boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it (damn) I bring that dope to Berman Hamptons, call it Gucci county (skrr, skrr) They put some money on my head 'but they couldn't make the bounty I was so fucking underground, don't even know how they found me (huh) Feel like Obama when I move 'cause I keep soldiers 'round me I'm not in the NBA but I be ballin' on bitches (ballin') Gotta carry credit cards, my cash too big for my britches Yeah I came up out the trenches, I don't f*ck wit' no snitches (yeah) Niggas stay trippin' 'til some of they friends come up missin' (guap) You ain't never put out on a nigga, then lil' nigga, shut up (bitch) I just rocked a sold out show I performed for a hour and didn't put my gun up (lets go) If a lil' nigga try me and send out a gun down That nigga won't live to see sun up (uh uh) F*ck your bitch and I tip her a hundred (yeah, yeah) I show you how to muhfuckin' come up If you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist Before taxes, I spent a whole hundred (a hundred) You can go and ask Johnny, he love it, every time he see me, he see money I pulled up BET with my kids and my baby mama, they like "Ooh, he be thuggin'" No, I'm just a real nigga with money I keep one in the head of that bitch like a bundle I'm too rich so I just had to switch up my number You play and it's gon' be a murder like YB I draw out, you see blood like it's YG (yeah) I done told every nigga to try me (yeah) Some people compare me to Gucci I drop some new music and caught me a body And I don't like hangin' with bitch ass niggas You gotta be a dog to sit beside me My boy got One brick, he think he richer than errybody (my dog got) Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (that nigga got) Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies Certified, he cook way better than errybody He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody (errybody)
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Written by: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kentrell Gaulden, Lexus Lewis, Radric Delantic Davis
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