This what I'm talkin' 'bout, boy (Hey, bitch!) looka heren(This the A, ho! This the A, ho! Yeah, this the A, ho!) It's Alabama!nnFuck talkin', get took boy, looka herenRich Boy really do it, boy, looka herenWe can buy the bar all night, looka herenI can show you what a stack like, looka herenBoy, looka here; boy, looka herenLooka here, looka herennOff top I'm a tell ya this, some playa shitnA real nigga here now, better get ya bitchnYeah, 'cause big pimpin' in the house nownIf ya real, then you know what I'm talkin' 'boutnRich Boy, I don't know what these niggas thankin'nBet a thousand, shoot a thousand, what you niggas bankin'?nComin' down like snow in the winter timenI don't know about you, but I'm gettin' minenD-I-P never, cold nigga, hell yeahnZone four, gon' pull up in the ATLnGettin' money, already know what it isnHuh, don't stop, bitch, what the business isnGet mo' ass then a lazy boy sofanKeep my toaster warm in my holsternSee, you got ya lil' jewelry, but I'm chunked outnAll the hatin', playboy, get ya stomped outnn[Chorus x 2]nFuck talkin', get took boy, looka herenRich Boy really do it, boy, looka herenWe can buy the bar all night, looka herenI can show you what a stack like, looka herennNaw, I don't wear tight shirts wit' the cuff linksnSee, them big VS stones make ya eyes blinknSay I talk slow, and I rhyme funnynBut I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin' but the big moneynBig cake, big shrimp on a big platenNigga so iced out like a snowflakenDon't hate, big crib wit' the big lakenSay she wanna taste some of that milkshakenPut 'cha money where ya ass at and run thatnJust gettin' started, nigga; we done done thatnWhat you know about them folks that was shootin' it off?nWhile y'all was lyin', runnin' and movin' ya mossnHomeboy, we ain't goin' for the okie dokien'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gun smokenSee what I tote? Keep it in my lapnIf these hollow points hit 'cha, nigga, it's a wrapnn[Chorus x 2]nnYeah, I ain't sta... don't die, nan nigganRich Boy, Alabama ex-figurenStack quicker, drank good hard liquornFuck a squad, better have God wit 'chanCool like a muh'fucka wit' a pimp cupnAll my folk gettin' money put 'cha rank upnYeah, real deal playa, gon' ball outnCome drank what 'cha drank till ya fall outnWhere my girls at, baby? Make 'em pay mo'nGon' show a nigga how you make it shake slownYeah, represent; tell 'em who ya clicknThrow 'em up, nigga; gon' show 'em who ya wit'nn[Chorus x 2]