Go Crazy

Lyrics

[Intro: Rich Boy] Yeah (Yeah) Jim (Hahahaha) Rich Boy Yeah, Ayy, yeah (Have your girl going crazy) Yeah, come on, ayy (Ayy, yeah) [verse 1: Rich Boy] I got a red Roadrunner and a yellowbird Hummer (Hummer) The same as your mama Fightin with that drama (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You a messy-ass bitch, I don't even want your number (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hard tops for the winter, droptops for the summer (Ugh, ugh, come on) Coming through in a bubblegum-blue '88 (Ayy) Even if I had a Benz, I'mma represent the state (Yeah, yeah, oh) Caviar all on my plate, told my momma I just ate (Yeah, come on) Told my son (?), hey you need to get some weight So I went and got a brick, told my homies that was it Wrapped it up real good and started making paper quick (Quick) Now the girls goin crazy, I'm grippin my 380 (Ugh) I'm still tryna figure how to make these bitches pay me, whoa [Chorus: Rich Boy] Girls in the club go crazy Gomies in the club go crazy If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it You know the shit jumpin so pay me Girls in the club go crazy Homies in the club go crazy If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it You know the shit jumpin so pay me [verse 2: yelawolf] Well, I'm Yelawolf, I got funk galore You might have a lotta funk, but I got much more And don't act like you ain't seen it before Keep the sweat dripping from your girlfriends pores (Hey) "So what's up with this crackerjack? All i know is that he's sipping pack for pack" So when I'm busy, I know fact from wack Running rappers drunk, homie, stack for stack I got people on they feet in the seats (In the seats) I got Jim Jonsin dropping on the beat (On the beat) Get the fuck out if you can't control the heat Whats up to the all the punks that I see? I'mma give 'em a piece of my mind, I'm cooking a brain sammich I'mma roll up a nine-inch blunt, and sprinkle a little bit of me in it Smoke that And put a middle finger up while I chop this shit like a banzai Hello world, welcome to my first hit, Yelawolf, Rich Boy, bye-bye [Chorus: Rich Boy] Girls in the club go crazy Homies in the club go crazy If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it You know the shit jumpin so pay me Girls in the club go crazy (Yeah, goin crazy) Homies in the club go crazy (Turn up) If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it You know the shit jumpin so pay me (Goin crazy) [Verse 3: Rich Boy] Wear a five fifty frame at the Alabama State game Blowing big blunts, doing stunts, smoking propane (Oh) You need your ass snapped (Snapped), you's a lab rat (Rat) Bring my half back (Back) in a backpack Caesar salad at the Palace, the crib lavish Green guac, big knots, smoking green cabbage Me and my partner got 'em takin it off Touchin them soft, I can't hear what they saying because it's somethin in they mouth Me, 'Wolf, and Jonsin got the bouncer woofers knockin (What, what) We keep the bottles poppin till the women keep it— (Ugh) Im in the drop-head Phantom, pulling girls at random It's Cartier Rich Boy, the haters can't stand him (Ugh) [Chorus: Rich Boy] Girls in the club go crazy (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Homies in the club go crazy (Hey, hey, hey, hey) If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it (Hey, hey, hey, hey) You know the shit jumpin so pay me (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Girls in the club go crazy (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Homies in the club go crazy (Hey, hey, hey, hey) If you gotta bottle pop it then raise it (Hey, hey, hey, hey) You know the shit jumpin so pay me