[{"id":34100342,"name":"Richie (feat. Moneybagg Yo)","trackName":"Richie (feat. Moneybagg Yo)","artistName":"Skilla Baby","albumName":"Skilla Baby Songs","duration":145.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n(MIA JAY C)\nHuh\n\n200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\nAll my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\nThink my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\nAnd I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n\nReally self-made, self paid with no help, lame\nQuick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\nI be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\nGot my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n\nI'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\nReally hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\nEvery time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims\nNever seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh)\n\n200 thousand for the Richie\nNigga stop sending threats, come and get me\nI ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\nI take all my young bitches to Tiffany\nHuh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now)\nThese bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\nSpent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll)\n200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go)\n\nThe coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast)\nNiggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass)\nGoyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\nLong as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n\nHydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\nKeep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs\nAP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\n200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n\nThis that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\nAnd I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\nPut up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\nGon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n\nCall a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\nThey sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\nSomebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\nI'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n\n200 thousand for the Richie\nNigga start sending threats, come and get me\nI ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\nI take all my young bitches to Tiffany\nHuh, 200 thousand on me daily\nThese bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\nSpent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n\nMy young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\nLet 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\nNigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\nI don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] (You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n[00:03.01] (MIA JAY C)\n[00:09.19] Huh\n[00:10.51] 200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\n[00:13.43] All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\n[00:16.17] Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\n[00:18.86] And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n[00:21.52] Really self-made, self paid with no help, lame\n[00:24.22] Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\n[00:27.08] I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\n[00:29.99] Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n[00:32.60] I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\n[00:35.34] Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\n[00:38.16] Every time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims\n[00:40.87] Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh)\n[00:43.59] 200 thousand for the Richie\n[00:45.72] Nigga stop sending threats, come and get me\n[00:48.48] I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n[00:51.18] I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n[00:54.26] Huh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now)\n[00:56.63] These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\n[00:59.63] Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll)\n[01:02.14] 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go)\n[01:05.57] The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast)\n[01:08.55] Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass)\n[01:11.29] Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\n[01:13.98] Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n[01:16.73] Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\n[01:19.56] Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs\n[01:22.30] AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\n[01:24.87] 200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n[01:28.48] This that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\n[01:31.11] And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\n[01:33.87] Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\n[01:36.50] Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n[01:39.15] Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\n[01:41.44] They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\n[01:44.45] Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\n[01:46.97] I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n[01:49.97] 200 thousand for the Richie\n[01:52.04] Nigga start sending threats, come and get me\n[01:54.67] I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n[01:57.57] I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n[02:00.38] Huh, 200 thousand on me daily\n[02:02.73] These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\n[02:05.73] Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n[02:08.48] 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n[02:12.66] My young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\n[02:15.02] Let 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\n[02:17.87] Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\n[02:20.52] I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n[02:24.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Richie (feat. 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Made up\n  200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n\n  This that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\n  And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\n  Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\n  Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n\n  Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\n  They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\n  Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\n  I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n\n  200 thousand for the Richie\n  Nigga start sending threats, come and get me\n  I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n  I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n  Huh, 200 thousand on me daily\n  These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\n  Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n  200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n\n  My young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\n  Let 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\n  Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\n  I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n"},{"id":12060509,"name":"Richie","trackName":"Richie","artistName":"Skilla Baby","albumName":"The Coldest","duration":146.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n(MIA JAY C)\nHa, tss\nTwo hundred thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\nAll my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\nThink my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\nAnd I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\nReally self made, self paid with no help, lame\nQuick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\nI be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\nGot my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\nI'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\nReally hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\nEvery time niggas die, suspect, y'all all victims\nNever seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all nigga\nHa, two hundred thousand for the Richie\nNigga stop sendin' threats, come and get me\nI ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies\nI take all my young bitches to Tiffany, ha\nTwo hundred thousand on me daily (right now)\nThese bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\nSpent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases ('cause I'm paid up)\nTwo hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him, ha (go get it, go)\nThe coupe go two-somethin' (two-sixty), this bitch too runny (bitch too fast)\nNiggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke-ass)\nGoyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\nLong as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\nHydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\nKeep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier Buffs\nAP Skelly, Richard Mille, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\nTwo hundred thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\nThis that good smoke, A.K.A., that real 'Za (gas)\nAnd I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\nPut up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\nDon't sacrifice, you out your life soon as you throw a cross\nCall a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\nThey sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\nSomebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\nI'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\nHa, two hundred thousand for the Richie\nNigga stop sendin' threats, come and get me\nI ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies\nI take all my young bitches to Tiffany, ha\nTwo hundred thousand on me daily\nThese bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\nSpent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases\nTwo hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him, ha\nMy young niggas get actin' for that munyun\nLet 'em see them one niggas out, they do-done-done\nNigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\nI don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Richie\n  artist: Skilla Baby\n  album: The Coldest\n  duration_ms: 146000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n  (MIA JAY C)\n  Ha, tss\n  Two hundred thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\n  All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\n  Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\n  And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n  Really self made, self paid with no help, lame\n  Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\n  I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\n  Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n  I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\n  Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\n  Every time niggas die, suspect, y'all all victims\n  Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all nigga\n  Ha, two hundred thousand for the Richie\n  Nigga stop sendin' threats, come and get me\n  I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies\n  I take all my young bitches to Tiffany, ha\n  Two hundred thousand on me daily (right now)\n  These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\n  Spent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases ('cause I'm paid up)\n  Two hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him, ha (go get it, go)\n  The coupe go two-somethin' (two-sixty), this bitch too runny (bitch too fast)\n  Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke-ass)\n  Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\n  Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n  Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\n  Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier Buffs\n  AP Skelly, Richard Mille, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\n  Two hundred thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n  This that good smoke, A.K.A., that real 'Za (gas)\n  And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\n  Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\n  Don't sacrifice, you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n  Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\n  They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\n  Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\n  I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n  Ha, two hundred thousand for the Richie\n  Nigga stop sendin' threats, come and get me\n  I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies\n  I take all my young bitches to Tiffany, ha\n  Two hundred thousand on me daily\n  These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\n  Spent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases\n  Two hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him, ha\n  My young niggas get actin' for that munyun\n  Let 'em see them one niggas out, they do-done-done\n  Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\n  I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n"},{"id":13652101,"name":"Richie (feat. Moneybagg Yo)","trackName":"Richie (feat. 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Made up\n200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n\nThis that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\nAnd I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\nPut up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\nGon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n\nCall a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\nThey sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\nSomebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\nI'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n\n200 thousand for the Richie\nNigga start sending threats, come and get me\nI ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\nI take all my young bitches to Tiffany\nHuh, 200 thousand on me daily\nThese bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\nSpent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n\nMy young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\nLet 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\nNigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\nI don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] (You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n[00:03.01] (MIA JAY C)\n[00:09.19] Huh\n[00:10.51] 200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\n[00:13.43] All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\n[00:16.17] Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\n[00:18.86] And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n[00:21.52] Really self-made, self paid with no help, lame\n[00:24.22] Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\n[00:27.08] I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\n[00:29.99] Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n[00:32.60] I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\n[00:35.34] Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\n[00:38.16] Every time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims\n[00:40.87] Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh)\n[00:43.59] 200 thousand for the Richie\n[00:45.72] Nigga stop sending threats, come and get me\n[00:48.48] I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n[00:51.18] I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n[00:54.26] Huh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now)\n[00:56.63] These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\n[00:59.63] Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll)\n[01:02.14] 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go)\n[01:05.57] The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast)\n[01:08.55] Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass)\n[01:11.29] Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\n[01:13.98] Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n[01:16.73] Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\n[01:19.56] Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs\n[01:22.30] AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\n[01:24.87] 200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n[01:28.48] This that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\n[01:31.11] And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\n[01:33.87] Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\n[01:36.50] Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n[01:39.15] Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\n[01:41.44] They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\n[01:44.45] Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\n[01:46.97] I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n[01:49.97] 200 thousand for the Richie\n[01:52.04] Nigga start sending threats, come and get me\n[01:54.67] I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n[01:57.57] I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n[02:00.38] Huh, 200 thousand on me daily\n[02:02.73] These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\n[02:05.73] Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n[02:08.48] 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n[02:12.66] My young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\n[02:15.02] Let 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\n[02:17.87] Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\n[02:20.52] I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n[02:24.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Richie (feat. 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(Ha)\n  I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n"},{"id":12987099,"name":"Richie (feat. Moneybagg Yo)","trackName":"Richie (feat. 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Made up\n200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n\nThis that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\nAnd I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\nPut up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\nGon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n\nCall a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\nThey sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\nSomebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\nI'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n\n200 thousand for the Richie\nNigga start sending threats, come and get me\nI ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\nI take all my young bitches to Tiffany\nHuh, 200 thousand on me daily\nThese bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\nSpent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n\nMy young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\nLet 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\nNigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\nI don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] (You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n[00:03.01] (MIA JAY C)\n[00:09.19] Huh\n[00:10.51] 200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\n[00:13.43] All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\n[00:16.17] Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\n[00:18.86] And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n[00:21.52] Really self-made, self paid with no help, lame\n[00:24.22] Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\n[00:27.08] I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\n[00:29.99] Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n[00:32.60] I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\n[00:35.34] Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\n[00:38.16] Every time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims\n[00:40.87] Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh)\n[00:43.59] 200 thousand for the Richie\n[00:45.72] Nigga stop sending threats, come and get me\n[00:48.48] I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n[00:51.18] I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n[00:54.26] Huh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now)\n[00:56.63] These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\n[00:59.63] Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll)\n[01:02.14] 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go)\n[01:05.57] The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast)\n[01:08.55] Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass)\n[01:11.29] Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\n[01:13.98] Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n[01:16.73] Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\n[01:19.56] Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs\n[01:22.30] AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\n[01:24.87] 200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n[01:28.48] This that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\n[01:31.11] And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\n[01:33.87] Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\n[01:36.50] Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n[01:39.15] Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\n[01:41.44] They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\n[01:44.45] Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\n[01:46.97] I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n[01:49.97] 200 thousand for the Richie\n[01:52.04] Nigga start sending threats, come and get me\n[01:54.67] I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n[01:57.57] I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n[02:00.38] Huh, 200 thousand on me daily\n[02:02.73] These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\n[02:05.73] Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n[02:08.48] 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n[02:12.66] My young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\n[02:15.02] Let 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\n[02:17.87] Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\n[02:20.52] I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n[02:24.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Richie (feat. 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(Ha)\n  start_ms: 137870\n  end_ms: 140520\n- text: I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n  start_ms: 140520\n  end_ms: 144160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144160\nplain: |-\n  (You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n  (MIA JAY C)\n  Huh\n\n  200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\n  All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\n  Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\n  And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n\n  Really self-made, self paid with no help, lame\n  Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\n  I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\n  Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n\n  I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\n  Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\n  Every time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims\n  Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh)\n\n  200 thousand for the Richie\n  Nigga stop sending threats, come and get me\n  I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n  I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n  Huh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now)\n  These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\n  Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll)\n  200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go)\n\n  The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast)\n  Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass)\n  Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\n  Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n\n  Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\n  Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs\n  AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\n  200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n\n  This that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\n  And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\n  Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\n  Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n\n  Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\n  They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\n  Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\n  I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n\n  200 thousand for the Richie\n  Nigga start sending threats, come and get me\n  I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n  I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n  Huh, 200 thousand on me daily\n  These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\n  Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n  200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n\n  My young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\n  Let 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\n  Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\n  I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n"},{"id":29894496,"name":"Richie [MyMixtapez]","trackName":"Richie [MyMixtapez]","artistName":"Skilla Baby & Moneybagg Yo","albumName":"The Coldest (Deluxe)","duration":146.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n(MIA JAY C)\nHuh\n\n200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\nAll my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\nThink my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\nAnd I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n\nReally self-made, self paid with no help, lame\nQuick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\nI be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\nGot my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n\nI'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\nReally hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\nEvery time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims\nNever seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh)\n\n200 thousand for the Richie\nNigga stop sending threats, come and get me\nI ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\nI take all my young bitches to Tiffany\nHuh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now)\nThese bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\nSpent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll)\n200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go)\n\nThe coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast)\nNiggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass)\nGoyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\nLong as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n\nHydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\nKeep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs\nAP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\n200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n\nThis that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\nAnd I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\nPut up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\nGon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n\nCall a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\nThey sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\nSomebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\nI'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n\n200 thousand for the Richie\nNigga start sending threats, come and get me\nI ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\nI take all my young bitches to Tiffany\nHuh, 200 thousand on me daily\nThese bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\nSpent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n\nMy young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\nLet 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\nNigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\nI don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] (You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n[00:03.07] (MIA JAY C)\n[00:09.12] Huh\n[00:10.56] 200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\n[00:13.40] All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\n[00:16.17] Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\n[00:18.84] And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n[00:21.56] Really self-made, self paid with no help, lame\n[00:24.26] Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\n[00:27.01] I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\n[00:29.99] Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n[00:32.63] I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\n[00:35.33] Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\n[00:38.17] Every time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims\n[00:40.83] Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh)\n[00:43.53] 200 thousand for the Richie\n[00:45.74] Nigga stop sending threats, come and get me\n[00:48.43] I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n[00:51.19] I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n[00:54.29] Huh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now)\n[00:56.69] These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\n[00:59.66] Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll)\n[01:02.16] 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go)\n[01:05.53] The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast)\n[01:08.54] Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass)\n[01:11.24] Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\n[01:13.92] Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n[01:16.77] Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\n[01:19.58] Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs\n[01:22.30] AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\n[01:24.84] 200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n[01:28.40] This that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\n[01:31.17] And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\n[01:33.86] Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\n[01:36.57] Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n[01:39.17] Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\n[01:41.43] They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\n[01:44.40] Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\n[01:46.93] I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n[01:49.90] 200 thousand for the Richie\n[01:52.02] Nigga start sending threats, come and get me\n[01:54.63] I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n[01:57.54] I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n[02:00.34] Huh, 200 thousand on me daily\n[02:02.71] These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\n[02:05.76] Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n[02:08.48] 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n[02:12.66] My young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\n[02:15.09] Let 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\n[02:17.87] Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)\n[02:20.55] I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n[02:24.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Richie [MyMixtapez]\n  artist: Skilla Baby & Moneybagg Yo\n  album: The Coldest (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 146000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n  start_ms: 20\n  end_ms: 3070\n- text: (MIA JAY C)\n  start_ms: 3070\n  end_ms: 9120\n- text: Huh\n  start_ms: 9120\n  end_ms: 10560\n- text: 200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\n  start_ms: 10560\n  end_ms: 13400\n- text: All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\n  start_ms: 13400\n  end_ms: 16170\n- text: Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\n  start_ms: 16170\n  end_ms: 18840\n- text: And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n  start_ms: 18840\n  end_ms: 21560\n- text: Really self-made, self paid with no help, lame\n  start_ms: 21560\n  end_ms: 24260\n- text: Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\n  start_ms: 24260\n  end_ms: 27010\n- text: I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\n  start_ms: 27010\n  end_ms: 29990\n- text: Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n  start_ms: 29990\n  end_ms: 32630\n- text: I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\n  start_ms: 32630\n  end_ms: 35330\n- text: Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\n  start_ms: 35330\n  end_ms: 38170\n- text: Every time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims\n  start_ms: 38170\n  end_ms: 40830\n- text: Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh)\n  start_ms: 40830\n  end_ms: 43530\n- text: 200 thousand for the Richie\n  start_ms: 43530\n  end_ms: 45740\n- text: Nigga stop sending threats, come and get me\n  start_ms: 45740\n  end_ms: 48430\n- text: I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n  start_ms: 48430\n  end_ms: 51190\n- text: I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n  start_ms: 51190\n  end_ms: 54290\n- text: Huh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now)\n  start_ms: 54290\n  end_ms: 56690\n- text: These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\n  start_ms: 56690\n  end_ms: 59660\n- text: Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll)\n  start_ms: 59660\n  end_ms: 62160\n- text: 200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go)\n  start_ms: 62160\n  end_ms: 65530\n- text: The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast)\n  start_ms: 65530\n  end_ms: 68540\n- text: Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass)\n  start_ms: 68540\n  end_ms: 71240\n- text: Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\n  start_ms: 71240\n  end_ms: 73920\n- text: Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n  start_ms: 73920\n  end_ms: 76770\n- text: Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\n  start_ms: 76770\n  end_ms: 79580\n- text: Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs\n  start_ms: 79580\n  end_ms: 82300\n- text: AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? 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(Ha)\n  start_ms: 137870\n  end_ms: 140550\n- text: I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh\n  start_ms: 140550\n  end_ms: 144180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144180\nplain: |-\n  (You cut up on this one, JAY C)\n  (MIA JAY C)\n  Huh\n\n  200 thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up\n  All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck\n  Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up\n  And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?\n\n  Really self-made, self paid with no help, lame\n  Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang\n  I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain\n  Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains\n\n  I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga\n  Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas\n  Every time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all victims\n  Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas (huh)\n\n  200 thousand for the Richie\n  Nigga stop sending threats, come and get me\n  I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n  I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n  Huh, 200 thousand on me daily (right now)\n  These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)\n  Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases (on the payroll)\n  200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (go get it, huh, go)\n\n  The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (too fast)\n  Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke ass)\n  Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)\n  Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (ugh)\n\n  Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)\n  Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs\n  AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up\n  200 thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)\n\n  This that good smoke, a.k.a. that real 'za (gas)\n  And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)\n  Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)\n  Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross\n\n  Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)\n  They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)\n  Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)\n  I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)\n\n  200 thousand for the Richie\n  Nigga start sending threats, come and get me\n  I ran up 200 thousand in my Dickies\n  I take all my young bitches to Tiffany\n  Huh, 200 thousand on me daily\n  These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous\n  Spent 200 thousand on my niggas cases\n  200 thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh\n\n  My young niggas get active for that mun-yun (huh)\n  Let 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb\n  Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? 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