[Intro]
(E-E-Enrgy made this one)
Make a reservation just to eat like a
Fifteen
I'm so fucking rich, I'm a young rich (Fifteen K on a Super Bowl ring)

[Verse]
I've been trying to figure out why my cup's so dirty
Million dollar wire, tell 'em, "Send it in a hurry"
Anybody wearin' dirty white 1's make me worried
Walked through the mud in my Diors, but see, that's another story
Like a n***a dumb as hell, I be throwin' up a F
I'ma hit her from the back and she gon' feel it in her chest
I just sent a prayer to God that they bring back the Tech
If they police wanna catch me, they gon' have to get a 'Vette
I told her if she love me, she'll go buy me a jet
I tell my bitch I love her, I might go and kill her ex
I'm rich, so I ain't gotta pull out when I'm havin' sex
I'm rich, but I ain't gotta pay her for this oral sex
I could turn a hoodrat bitch into a diva
N***a, this exotic, I don't know about Sativa
I feel like Jordan when he hit that game winner on Cleveland
I can still win MVP sittin' out a season
Twelve hundred for these pants, it's bandanas in the split
Once we out lookin', we ain't callin' off the hit
I like my jewelry in the dark, n***a, 'cause it still hit
That bust down Patek gon' look good on my wrist
You can't sit at this table, you couldn't even pay the tip
Your n***a mean to you, but I heard that boy a bitch
Every gun in this car got another full clip
I be gettin' real money, in my world, you don't exist
If you ain't makin' money, you ain't never makin' sense
She said she wanna fuck, she ain't even throw a hint
I'm a star player, you ain't even worth the bench
Six hundred for this belt, I just bought it for the print
I make a reservation just to eat like a king
Fifteen K on a Super Bowl ring
You don't know how to hustle, you ain't never sold a thing
Thirty pairs of Amiris, used to be Billie jeans
Shoot a n***a in his face, drop his jaw like Scream
I used to be broke, I was punchin' TV's
It was nights I couldn't eat 'cause I loaded all my cheese
Told that bitch, "Turn into a million dollars for Halloween"
Yeah, I collect cars, got a dresser full of keys
My buffs all white with the rose gold seats
You is not Franchise, you would never make the team
This a AMG Benz, it was made overseas
I got so many Monclers, it's like eenie-miny-moe
Six thousand dollar fit, I'm just goin to the store
How you still layin' with her and you knowin' she a ho?
I got some head from a groupie, I won't do that shit no more
[Outro]
Got some head (Head from a)
Yeah, I won't do that shit no more
Franchise shit
How you layin' with her and you knowin' she a ho?
Can't, uh, uh
Franchise