Better Than I Can Tell You - Baby Bash, AWAX, Richy Rich

Yeah yeah

I’m a spit some of this real game

Some real shit

Some real talk

Na, na

Whoa-oh

Whoa

Check my watch

Check my chain

It’s simple and plain, the Chevy with the blew out brains

As I

Bounce and mash

Count this cash

Floss and flash

Cop, then blow a zip with Bash

Since everything is big in Texas, then

Where’s the zag’s

I’m a cross the finish line, tell me

Where’s the flags

Brought my

Rag top, should’ve brought the Jag

On the beach, me and Beesh, look at all this ass

I can

Tell you stories, but can show you cash

Give you

Game and secrets that I know you’ll pass

To the next player hater

And he’ll break like glass

Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads

So I

Choose to floss, cous', who’s the boss

Let’s ink it

It’s Richie Rich, for those who thought

Re-think it

Some yell it, tell it, I blow it, smoke it, and smell it

And spend tokens with my people who sell it

What

Chorus: Russell Lee

I can show you better than I can tell ya

Tell ya

I can show you better than I can tell ya

Tell ya

I can show you better than I can tell ya

Whoa, yeah

But it’s really nothin' though (But it’s really nothin' though)

But it’s really nothin' though (But it’s really nothin' though)

I could show you

Somethin' dirty deep up in them corners, mayne

What the deal

I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill

I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice

I can show you motherfucker snitchin', straight to Belize

Now that’s low

Fa sho conspiracy and parole

I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho

I could show you poor and happy, or rich ones who lose they mind

I can show you dame pieces in school fashion design

I could show you street lights and Heartbreak Hotels

I could show you, young cats, gettin' popped with yayo

Down to do, what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me

And from the looks of thangs, the popos ain’t understandin' me

The original digital scale reader

The pedigree player who be stackin' his Velveeta

I could show you boss stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin'

I could show you rappers frontin', but mayne

It’s really nothin'

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I could show you

I could reach you and teach you

I know you and where you comin' from, I understand it

This been goin' on forever, dawg, it’s no end

Life is like a

Bullet in your back from a close friend

Disappointing, to the point

Where I’m runnin' by myself

Never knowin' where I’m goin', start to wonder myself (Yeah)

Money was a necessity, my greed got the best of me (Got the best of me)

You think you smokin' Uncle B, who got the recipe

I’m saying it’s nothin'

I say it sincerely

And speakin' clearly

I’d rather you respect me than fear me

I came a long way, and still, I got a while to go

You probably thinkin' to yourself

What’s he smilin' for?

My dawg Bash about to be platinum, doin' his thang

So if you hate him for it, boy, you fakin' and know it

We takin' this money

Big bundles of bills

I’m like a whole another person when it come to this scrill

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