Rich The Kid - Bobby b**h (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Shmurda] (Girl, he got shmoney) Bobby b**h, make that body flip You know I don't know karate, b**h We droppin' bodies, b**h They say shootin' is my hobby, b**h And I'm a problem, kid Slide up on him with revolvers I ain't with that arguing [Verse 1: Bobby Shmurda & **Rowdy Rebel**] You don't know they call me Bobby b**h, oh yeah... I'm that Rowdy, let's go get a n***a **Pull up on that block and get to switching n***as** Hollow tips, extended clip a n***a Cuz GS9, we some different n***as And free my broadies out of prison n***a **I would say all their names, but that's a lesson n***as** Another day, another mission n***a **A Tom Cruise just caught another victim n***a 30 on my clip and then my Nina stuffed in curry If I roll with my gun squad tell 5' 0 mention my sh** curry And we get it right there, right there, we get it right there, going up that .30 I told him get it right, get it right, better get it right, didn't knew you dirty We savage (?) My n***as, they locked up Now all types of problem n***a, that's a no no Cuz I let Bobby go go I let Monte go go And I tell Jodye go go And shouts out that 44 I'm with Shmoney gutta Look at my recliner He say he got two freestyles like me and my lil lingo Ask them if they ready Take 'em to the telly I'm a big belly road boy, that's around my belly** [Hook: Bobby Shmurda] Bobby b**h [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Young rich n***a walking with shmoney f** 12, got a AK on me They tell 'em like yo little chain, look at my chain, my n***as like double in chain dang I was 9, I was walking with the 9 They found them bodies b**h Maserati coupe with a thottie b**h Free GS9, free Bobby b**h My b**h, she all about shmoney Regulars ain't talking no money Still working but I'm already rich Why that ho keep looking at wrist? She just wanna f** cuz I'm famous Don't f** with the people in the kitchen, no cases They see me, I'm changing locations Young n***a, I trap out of Vegas [Bridge: Bobby Shmurda] Bobby b**h, make that body flip You know I don't know karate, b**h We droppin' bodies, b**h They say shootin' is my hobby, b**h And I'm a problem, kid Slide up on him with revolvers I ain't with that arguing You don't know they call me Bobby b**h [Hook]