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Rich the Kid - Lobster Lyrics



Rich the Kid - Lobster Lyrics
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[ Featuring Jay Critch ]

KD
(D.a. Got that dope) Hey
Yeah

Made like two-fifty today (today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (huh?)
I don't drive a Maybach, you want borrow? (Skrrt, ha) (what?)
Bitch (bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster (yeah)
Rich, why he move like a mobster? (Huh?)
Mixin' my opps with the grabba (yeah)
Bitch

He thought he was me, he imposter (what?)
Shoot a movie like, "Give me a Oscar" (movie)
Louis V everyday like a costume (LV)
I was out on that block with the shottas
She want some money, but that's not my baba (that's not my baba)
I got a baddie, pull up in the Prada shit (baddie)
Hop on the dick and do tricks she like, "Ta da" (hey)
Play with that money, he shot for that guala (boom)
H20 my wrist is and my neck is on Aqua (ice)
You know Hood Fav', I'm connected like Wi-Fi (Hood Fav')
Bro, tryna turn his white tee into tie-dye

Yeah, they tryna slide, no Cha-Cha (Cha-Cha slide)
The plug, I'm connected, no Wi-Fi (woo)
Hop on a jet, pour a six, it's a red dot (woo)
Yeah, Rich Forever get the chicken like Popeyes
You ain't made a whole six hundred in a day (yeah)
You ain't had a R&B bitch made a baby (for real)
Bitch got mad, put a hundred in her face (lil' bitch)
F*ck 12, blow smoke in their face, I'ma beat the case (ha)
Pussy (pussy)
Ballin' on niggas, I am not a rookie (ballin')
Three fifty for a Thailand show, yeah, book me
Amsterdam did a show in a hoodie
Half a million waiting in Dubai, pussy
I ain't want the bitch but I'ma keep the footy
A1 'cause she got gushy
Maybach, ridin' with the fully (Rich)

Made like two-fifty today (today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (huh?)
I don't drive a Maybach, you want borrow? (Skrrt, ha) (what?)
Bitch (bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster (yeah)
Rich, why he move like a mobster? (Huh?)
Mixin' my opps with the grabba (yeah)
Bitch (bitch)

She from the hood but she look like a model (baddie)
Whole lot of drank, it came straight out the bottle (lean)
When you get money, they all gonna follow (all gonna follow)
I blocked the bitch, she keep tellin' me follow her (why?)
I chased a bag and then I went and got me one (I went and got it)
Straight off the block to the crib out in Hollywood
And I still go to my hood, can't be Hollywood (can't be fake)
I do not know who be tellin', you probably would (you)
I thought they never would fold but they probably would (but they probably would)
I'm in Miami with Z's, leave you snorin' (Z's)
New Z truck, it cost more than his foreign
This money shit never get old, it ain't borin' (it ain't borin')
It's a drizzle, I get dressed and it's pourin' (yeah)
And I don't f*ck with them boys, they annoyin' (they annoyin')
Diamonds too bright in their eyes, it's annoyin' (ice)
Big body bitch, I'ma park it and tow it (Hood Fav')

Made like two-fifty today (today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (huh?)
I don't drive a Maybach, you want borrow? (Skrrt, ha) (what?)
Bitch (bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster (yeah)
Rich, why he move like a mobster? (Huh?)
Mixin' my opps with the grabba (yeah)
Bitch
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KD
(D.a. Got that dope) Hey
Yeah

Made like two-fifty today (today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (huh?)
I don't drive a Maybach, you want borrow? (Skrrt, ha) (what?)
Bitch (bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster (yeah)
Rich, why he move like a mobster? (Huh?)
Mixin' my opps with the grabba (yeah)
Bitch

He thought he was me, he imposter (what?)
Shoot a movie like, "Give me a Oscar" (movie)
Louis V everyday like a costume (LV)
I was out on that block with the shottas
She want some money, but that's not my baba (that's not my baba)
I got a baddie, pull up in the Prada shit (baddie)
Hop on the dick and do tricks she like, "Ta da" (hey)
Play with that money, he shot for that guala (boom)
H20 my wrist is and my neck is on Aqua (ice)
You know Hood Fav', I'm connected like Wi-Fi (Hood Fav')
Bro, tryna turn his white tee into tie-dye

Yeah, they tryna slide, no Cha-Cha (Cha-Cha slide)
The plug, I'm connected, no Wi-Fi (woo)
Hop on a jet, pour a six, it's a red dot (woo)
Yeah, Rich Forever get the chicken like Popeyes
You ain't made a whole six hundred in a day (yeah)
You ain't had a R&B bitch made a baby (for real)
Bitch got mad, put a hundred in her face (lil' bitch)
F*ck 12, blow smoke in their face, I'ma beat the case (ha)
Pussy (pussy)
Ballin' on niggas, I am not a rookie (ballin')
Three fifty for a Thailand show, yeah, book me
Amsterdam did a show in a hoodie
Half a million waiting in Dubai, pussy
I ain't want the bitch but I'ma keep the footy
A1 'cause she got gushy
Maybach, ridin' with the fully (Rich)

Made like two-fifty today (today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (huh?)
I don't drive a Maybach, you want borrow? (Skrrt, ha) (what?)
Bitch (bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster (yeah)
Rich, why he move like a mobster? (Huh?)
Mixin' my opps with the grabba (yeah)
Bitch (bitch)

She from the hood but she look like a model (baddie)
Whole lot of drank, it came straight out the bottle (lean)
When you get money, they all gonna follow (all gonna follow)
I blocked the bitch, she keep tellin' me follow her (why?)
I chased a bag and then I went and got me one (I went and got it)
Straight off the block to the crib out in Hollywood
And I still go to my hood, can't be Hollywood (can't be fake)
I do not know who be tellin', you probably would (you)
I thought they never would fold but they probably would (but they probably would)
I'm in Miami with Z's, leave you snorin' (Z's)
New Z truck, it cost more than his foreign
This money shit never get old, it ain't borin' (it ain't borin')
It's a drizzle, I get dressed and it's pourin' (yeah)
And I don't f*ck with them boys, they annoyin' (they annoyin')
Diamonds too bright in their eyes, it's annoyin' (ice)
Big body bitch, I'ma park it and tow it (Hood Fav')

Made like two-fifty today (today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (huh?)
I don't drive a Maybach, you want borrow? (Skrrt, ha) (what?)
Bitch (bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster (yeah)
Rich, why he move like a mobster? (Huh?)
Mixin' my opps with the grabba (yeah)
Bitch
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Writer: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jason Critchlow
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Rich the Kid
Featuring: Jay Critch
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jason Critchlow

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