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      [Verse 1]   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      [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      [Verse 2]   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]      [Verse 3]   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]