This what I'm talkin' 'bout boy (Hey bitch!) Looka here
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(This the A ho! This the A ho! Yeah This the A ho!) It's Alabama!
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[Chorus]
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Fuck talkin' get took boy looka here
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Rich Boy really do it boy looka here
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We can buy the bar all night looka here
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I can show you what a stack like looka here
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Boy looka here, boy looka here
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Looka here, Looka here
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[Verse 1]
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Off top I'mma tell ya this some playa shit
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A real nigga here now, better get ya bitch
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Yeah, 'cause big pimpin' in the house now
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If ya real then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
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Rich Boy, I don't know what these niggas thankin'
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Bet a thousand shoot a thousand what you niggas bankin'?
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Comin' down like snow in the winter time
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I don't know about you but I'm gettin' mine
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D-I-P never, cold nigga, hell yeah
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Zone 4, gon' pull up in the ATL
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Gettin' money already know what it is
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Huh, don't stop bitch what the business is
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Get mo' ass then a lazy boy sofa
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Keep my toaster, warm in my holster
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See you got ya lil' jewelry but I'm chunked out
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All the hatin' playboy, get ya stomped out
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[Chorus 2 x2]
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Fuck talkin' get took boy looka here
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Rich Boy really do it boy looka here
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We can buy the bar all night looka here
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I can show you what a stack like looka here
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[Verse 2]
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Naw I don't wear tight shirts wit' the cuff links
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See them big VS stones make ya eyes blink
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Say I talk slow, and I rhyme funny
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But I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin' but the big money
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Big cake, big shrimp on a big plate
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Nigga so iced out like a snowflake
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Don't hate, big crib wit' the big lake
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Say she wanna taste, some of that milkshake
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Put'cha money where ya ass at and run that
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Just gettin' started nigga we done done that
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What you know about them folks that was shootin' it off?
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While y'all was lyin', runnin' and movin' ya moss
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Homeboy we ain't goin' for the okie doke
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'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gunsmoke
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See what I tote? Keep it in my lap
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If these hollow points hit'cha nigga it's a wrap
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[Chorus 2 x2]
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[Verse 3]
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Yeah I ain'tsta... don't die naan nigga
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Rich Boy, Alabama ex-figure
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Stack quicker, drank good hard liquor
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Fuck a squad, better have God wit'cha
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Cool like a muh'fucka wit' a pimp cup
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All my folk gettin' money put'cha rank up
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Yeah real deal playa, gon' ball out
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Come drank what'cha drank 'til ya fall out
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Where my girls at baby, make 'em pay mo'
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Gon' show a nigga how you make it shake slow
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Yeah, represent tell 'em who ya click
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Throw 'em up nigga gon' show 'em who ya wit'
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[Chorus 2 x2]
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[music out]
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Boy Looka Here
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Rich Boy |