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Go Crazy
Rich Boy
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah
The girls going crazy
Yeah, come on
Aye, aye
I got a red road runner and a yellow bird hummer
The same as your mama, fighting with that drama
You a messy ass bitch, I don't even want your number
Hard tops for the winter, drop tops for the summer
Coming through in a bubble gum blue '88
Even if I had a billion, I'ma represent the state
Caviar on my plate, told my mama I just ate
Told me son look at you, hey you need to get some weight
So I went and got a brick, told my homie this was it
Wrapped it up real good and started making paper quick
Now the girls going crazy, I'm gripping my .380
I'm still trying to figure how to make these bitches pay me, whoa
Girls in the club go crazy
Homies in the club go crazy
If you got a bottle, pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumping so pay me
Girls in the club go crazy
Homies in the club go crazy
If you got a bottle, pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumping so pay me
Well, I'm Yelawolf, I got funk galore
You might have a lot of funk, but I got much more
And don't act like you ain't seen it before
Keep the sweat dripping from your girlfriend's pores
So what's up with this crackerjack?
All I know is that he sipping back for back
So when I'm dizzy I know fact from wack
Running rappers drunk, homie, stack for stack
I got people on they feet in the seats
I got Jim Johnson dropping on the beat
Get the fuck out if you can't control the heat
What's up to all the punks that I see?
I'ma give 'em a piece of my mind, I'm cooking a brain sandwich
I'ma roll up a nine inch blunt and sprinkle a little bit of me in it
Smoke that, and put a middle finger up
While I chop this shit like a Bonsai
Hello world, welcome to my first hit, Yelawolf, Rich Boy, bye bye
Girls in the club go crazy
Homies in the club go crazy
If you got a bottle, pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumping so pay me
Girls in the club go crazy
Homies in the club go crazy
If you got a bottle, pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumping so pay me
I'm riding 550 frame at the Alabama state game
Blowing big blunts, doing stunts, smoking propane
You need your ass slapped, you's a lab rat
Bring my half back in a backpack
Caesar salad at the palace, the crib lavish
Green guap, big knot, smoking green cabbage
Me and my partner got 'em taking it all, touching 'em soft
I can't hear what they saying because there's so many more
Me, Wolf, and Johnson got the boxer woofers knocking
We keep the bottles popping 'til the women keep it up
I'm in a drop head Phantom pulling girls at random
It's Cartier, Rich Boy, the haters can't stand him
Girls in the club go crazy
Homies in the club go crazy
If you got a bottle, pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumping so pay me
Girls in the club go crazy
Homies in the club go crazy
If you got a bottle, pop it then raise it
You know the shit jumping so pay me
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