Rich Boy - Boy Looka HereLyrics

This what I'm talkin' 'bout, boy (Hey, bitch!) looka here (This the A, ho! This the A, ho! Yeah, this the A, ho!) It's Alabama! Fuck 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 Off top I'm a tell ya this, some playa shit A real nigga here now, better get ya bitch 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 niggas thankin' Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, what you niggas bankin'? Comin' down like snow in the winter time I don't know about you, but I'm gettin' mine D-I-P never, cold nigga, hell yeah Zone four, gon' pull up in the ATL Gettin' money, already know what it is Huh, don't stop, bitch, what the business is Get mo' ass 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 x 2] Fuck 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 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 Nigga 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 ass at and run that Just gettin' started, nigga; 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 dokie 'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gun smoke See what I tote? Keep it in my lap If these hollow points hit 'cha, nigga, it's a wrap [Chorus x 2] Yeah, I ain't sta... don't die, nan nigga Rich Boy, Alabama ex-figure Stack quicker, drank good hard liquor Fuck a squad, better have God wit 'cha Cool like a muh'fucka 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 till ya fall out Where my girls at, baby? Make 'em pay mo' Gon' show a nigga how you make it shake slow Yeah, represent; tell 'em who ya click Throw 'em up, nigga; gon' show 'em who ya wit' [Chorus x 2]