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know how i get - baby rich lyrics

[intro]
(toryonthebeat)

[chorus: baby rich]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how i get
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how i get
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, i need your love
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how i get

[verse 1: baby rich]
stop all that cappin’ (stop)
i took the wock’ to poland like yachty, and drunk it and don’t know what happened (don’t know)
same sh*t that i told the police when they asked ’bout that body, “i don’t know what happened” (shh)
b*tch, i’m so fly, i gave her jetlag and we f*ckin’ backseat of the challenger (gone)
told her, “call me abe, cause no we not lincoln, i don’t see your name on the calendar” (h*ll nah)
way too convinced they don’t want me to win, they payin’ the ref if you ask me
the whip like a taxi, i’m pickin’ up b*tches, they pay me wit’ head in the backseat (let’s go)
she said she a model, but ain’t been in vogue, so she get the seats in the nosebleed (let’s go)
i’m sittin’ in front where the coach be (coach be)
[chorus: baby rich]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how i get
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how i get
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, i need your love
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how i get

[bridge: baby rich]
yeah
you’ve been askin’ all these questions, now i got some time
way that i’ve been feelin’, girl, tonight you mines
gettin’ to that money, watch it multiply
it ain’t no secret girl you—

[verse 2: baby rich & ddg]
you know how i get when i see my account (cha*ching)
remember them times when a n*gga had nothin’ and i used to sleep on the couch (sleep on the couch)
but now she see zeros and zeros and zeros, and now i’m here d*ckin’ her out (godd*mn)
i’m tossin’ her ass around
from car to the bed to bed to the kitchen, to back to the bed now we back on the couch
back of the ‘bach, she ain’t ever seen nothin’ this nice, she don’t know how to act around me (act around me)
she know i’m f*ckin’ her friend and she got a man, but she player, she keepin’ it p (keepin’ it p)
i can’t be f*ckin’ on fans, got too many bands, so i’m only gon’ f*ck with elites
i gotta come in again, again and again, beat it up like muhammad ali, huh

[refrain: ddg]
bein’ this status, i average a quarter a month
b*tch, i ain’t passing my blunt
i’m tryna lock in the stu’, ’til i go number one
zooted, gon’ go to the top
i’m tryna sh*t on my exes and stand on my opps
i got a beam on a glock
n*ggas be thinkin’ sh*t sweet, ’til a n*gga get popped, boom
[chorus: baby rich]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how i get
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how i get
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, i need your love
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how i get

- baby rich lyrics

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