DOWNLOAD MP3 Gucci Mane Feat. DaBaby & NBA Youngboy – Richer Than ErryAbody + Lyrics

Over the summer, Gucci Mane released his project Delusions of Grandeur and while that album has only been out for three months, the Atlanta rapper is back with new music not featured on the record. On his latest single, Guwop links with North Carolina’s DaBaby and Lousiana’s YoungBoy Never Broke Again to deliver “Richer Than Errybody.” The song is one of those tracks with a perfect cruising vibe—or it will make you want to spend money you don’t have.

The trio of rappers complement each other on this record and while their vocals are distinctive, no one artist overpowers another. We’re expecting to hear more from NBA YoungBoy now that he’s been released from jail and on house arrest. The young artist may not be able to perform live as a condition of his release, but he is allowed to record at his home studio.DaBaby is on fire right now as his star has continued to rise throughout 2019, so let us know if he, along with Gucci and YoungBoy, have a banger with this one.

 

 

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One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
Gucci’s a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He’s traumatized, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain’t love ’em, ’cause these bitches fuckin’ errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I’m stuntin’ on errybody

Drive the Mclaren, I’m bendin’ corners
I ride through the 6 with that burner on me
I’ma get that lil’ bitch as if I want her
I’ma nut in that hoe like a sperm donor
Sellin’ drugs, got the feds on us
Brand new XD with a beam on it
I’m lacin’ my blunt with that lean on it
Sippin’ dirty, it’s clean then I don’t want it
My pocket filled with them dead bodies
Young boy think he richer than errybody
Nigga play with my shit, I’ma red dot him
That nigga start snitchin’, the feds got him
Got a 8 of the Act in a baby bottle
Got a hunnid round clip on a wooden chopper
He got him a brick and he started whylin’
He say he cook better than errybody
I’ma stay with a stick ’cause I know they watchin’
I’m droppin’ a bag on errybody
Got a bitch from the A with a wide body
I think that she fuckin’ on errybody
To the day that I die, I’ma take narcotics
Bitch I’m catchin’ a sale on a Palm Pilot
I need diamonds all over my fuckin’ body
They keep fuckin’ with me, I’ma see about it

One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
Gucci’s a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He’s traumatized he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain’t love ’em, ’cause these bitches fuckin’ errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I’m stuntin’ on errybody

I’m from the Zone 6, so I seen a lot of dead bodies
They try and bootleg and they brought out all them dead bodies
I got so rich, them haters got a lot to say about it
These boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it
I bring that dope to Birmingham, then called it Gucci County
They put some money on my head but couldn’t make the bounty
I was so fuckin’ underground, don’t even know how they found me
Feel like Obama when I move, ’cause I keep soldiers around me
I’m not in the NBA, but I be ballin’ on bitches (Ballin’)
Gotta carry credit cards, my cash too big for my bridges
Yeah, I came up out the trenches, I don’t fuck with no snitches
Niggas stay trippin’ ’til some of they friends come up missing, Guwop

You ain’t never put out on a nigga, then lil’ nigga shut up (Bitch)
I just rocked a sold out show, I performed for an hour and then put my gun up (Let’s go)
If a lil’ nigga try me, it’s sundown to gundown, that nigga won’t live to see sun up
Fuck your bitch and I tip her a hundind
I show you how to muhfuckin’ come up
If you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist before taxes, I spent a whole hundo
You can go ask Johnny, he love it
Every time he see me, he see money
I pulled up BET with my kids and my baby mama, they like ooh, he be thuggin’
No, I’m just a real nigga with money
I keep one in the head of that bitch like a bun
I’m too rich, so I just had to switch up my numbers
You playin’ it’s gonna be a murder like YB
I draw down, you’ll see blood like it’s YG
I done taught every nigga to try me
Some people compare me to Gucci, I drop some new music and caught me a body
And I don’t like hangin’ with bitch ass niggas, you gotta be a dog to sit beside me

(My boy got) One brick, he think he richer than errybody
(My dog got)Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
(That nigga got) Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
Gucci’s a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He’s traumatized, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain’t love ’em, ’cause these bitches fuckin’ errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I’m stuntin’ on errybody

 

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