[Intro]
I'm so fuckin' rich
I'm a young rich bastard

[Verse]
Big FN get to sprayin' through your door
When I was a kid I wanted to ride 24's
I be drinkin' pints, he be playin' with his nose
I was sellin' 'bows, way before I sold a phone
MVP without a ring, shit I feel like Karl Malone
I'm high as hell, but if you try it, I'ma pop you in your dome
My hoes don't even be cryin' like these n***as, truth be told
I just went Amiri shoppin' and that K was my tote
I'm smokin' dirty Faygo, they shoot on my say so
I drink so much fuckin' lean, you'd think I had eight colds
500K for my house, n***a fuck yo bankroll
She got a diamond link, wrapped around her lil' ankle
Yesterday my pint was full, I'm thinkin' where'd my drank go?
Your BM a runner, boy don't act like you don't know
My new bitch so rich, she might just pull up in a Rolls
To me you ain't important, so I won't pick up my phone
These big ol' Balenciagas got the size on them toes
Boy the way you dick suckin', hope you on his payroll
We'll put sixty in your car, try to follow us home
First time I approve someone, name is Mike Jones
Three bitches, one me, I'm enough, they can share
Three bitches on me, I'm gettin' head, pullin' hair
I won't let him come around, I know he wanna drop a tear
I send my n***as with them choppas, they gon' do him like a bear
I'ma be a billionaire in 'bout five to six years
One sixty in a Lam' truck, watch how fast we disappear
I keep me a double cup, I ain't sippin' on no beer
If you see me and you stare, it just make you look weird
If you see me don't stare, I might shoot from ear to ear
745 with the Gucci interior
I see a rich n***a when I'm lookin' in the mirror
I SS2, is a n***a still steering?