Hit-Boy
Herbo Flow (Rich Off Rap)*
Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Aye Herb', this song gon’ be called "Herbo Flow," you hear me?
(Hit-Boy)
Money from a show, spent that on a coat
(G. Ry got me)
Uh, let's get it
(NLMB shit, bitch, haha)

[Verse 1]
Money from a show, spent that on a coat (Okay)
Fuck me, you get dropped, kinda like the soap (Uh, okay)
All I know is dope, I be spittin' dope, whippin’ dope (Let's go)
Hit your bitch just like a singer, hit a note (Uh, uh, let's get it)
Huh, travellin' the world, in Australia on a fuckin' boat (Let's go)
Hunnid for a show, catch me touring, going coast to coast (Cash, cash, cash, let's get it)
Uh, I be mixing moon rock with the Do-si-do (Uh, uh, dopey dope)
Used to put that oxy in my nose, I never fucked with coke (At all)
Uh, bitch I'm rich and you bad, what’s the issue? (Yeah, yeah)
Say your friends really bad, bring ’em with you (Said they bad, uh)
Bitch, on Ls I'ma spazz, on my granny, n***a (Ls I spazz)
Get a grammy for my granny, n***a, bitch I’m too official, woo (Uh, uh)
Hopped out the jet, bitch let's play fetch, fetch (Uh, uh)
Watch is an AP, no Patek 'tek (Yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
Shooter like The Rec, bitch don't get wrecked, wrecked (Yeah, yeah, uh, huh)
Got a lil’ freaky bitch, she made my dick go erect, 'rect (Let's get it, let's get it)
Take my kids on your face, are you into that? (Uh, uh, are you?)
He say he real, say he gang, he pretendin' that (Pretendin' that)
Uh, these n***as weak and they fake, look like the end of rap (Uh, uh)
I was put here to keep this shit great, it ain't no end to that (Let's get it)
[Break]
Hm, I'ma go 'head and let this shit breathe, n***a
Huh, yeah, bitch
(Man, fuck wrong with these goofy ass n***as, man
Hol' on, they think they be doing it on the mic
But shit ain't the right thing, y'know what I'm saying?
Huh, the fuck?, let's get it)

[Verse 2]
Now I got to speak my thoughts (Uh, for real)
So many fans up on my Instagram, look like a cult (Uh, gang gang)
If I do my dirty, I'ma do the dash, ain't getting caught (Yeah)
I got 'least fifty albums in my vault
So many songs you may get lost (What else?)
Hop into traffic with my dawgs (What else?)
Swervin' like I'm inside of a go-kart (What else?)
I tell these pussy ass n***as go home (What else?)
'Cause none of these pussy ass n***as go hard (At all)
It's funny the way I pull yo' bitch (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
The same way that I pull yo' card (Yeah, yeah)
These n***as thinkin' with their brains (Uh, uh)
I've been ponderin' with my heart, uh (Let's get it)

[Break]
Ayy, we just got it there, that shit brazy, one time for the fun time, uh, two times, maybe a few times
(I'm giving y'all a break in between—in between spazzing
'Cause I know y'all gon' need it, just to ponder what I'm telling y'all fuck n***as, y'know what I'm saying?
Huh, let's get it)
[Verse 3]
I'm back in, I'm finna serve another round (Uh, uh, let's go)
I got rich off rap, so I ain't have to sell another pound (Uh, uh, at all)
You piped your n***a up, he actin' tough, we had to take 'em down (Uh, uh, grrah, grrah)
Bad bitch named Mary, put it rotation, that's Merry-go-round (Playground)
Uh, bitch I been dope like some endo, must' not got the memo (Uh, uh, at all)
I like money, guns, and dirt bikes, that's all, I'm gon' keep it simple (Neum, neum)
I make 'em bleed like a maxi, no menstrual (Yeah)
Attacking the raps and I don't need a pencil (Yeah)
Palm trees all around me, no cloudy (Yeah)
I'm in L.A., ain't no Sacramento (Uh)
You don't know half the shit I been through
Get off your ass broke n***a, and get to it
N***as don't like your music because it's fake
That shit you talkin', ain't been through it

[Outro]
Man, it's as simple as that
Hm, yeah, ya dig