Boy Looka Here

Rich Boy

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    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!

    [Chorus]
    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'mma 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 4, 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

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    [Chorus 2 x2]
    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 doke
    'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gunsmoke
    See what I tote? Keep it in my lap
    If these hollow points hit'cha nigga it's a wrap

    [Chorus 2 x2]

    Yeah I ain'tsta... don't die naan 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 'til 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 2 x2]

    Song details

    Composition: Awesome Jones, Lil Rich, and Niquay Jones

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