I'm so fuckin' rich, I'm a young rich bastard

Bitch, I'm in the trap house, we gon' make a—

(Say that again, I'm goin')

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah

Your mans got smoked, by bah bah

Your pint got sipped, by bah bah

Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah

Your mans got killed, by bah bah

Your pint got sipped, by bah bah

Oh shit, oh my god

Oh my god, I'm so fuckin' rich, oh my god

I done gave, mm

I done gave these niggas a name

with they style and what they claim

Who is you? What I say go around this bitch

ain't nothin' changed

Let me tell you, nigga couldn't pour no juice

that's it, won't buy no drank, mhm

Broke ass stay with green and negative in the bank, mm

These niggas ain't got no money

it just be me inside the bank

Scuffed my Rick Owens, sky is sunny

I might not smile 'cause I ain't fake

Told my lil' ho you slippin' on yo' shit

she might just take your place, mm

I said she want your place

wonder what she'll do just for your spot

It's hard to choose

all these hoes in here on us, they want the cock

They say I'm rude, all these hoes in line

but my bitch at the top

Don't get confused, none of these niggas gangsta

most of these niggas cops

They sit and gossip 'bout what they gon' do

let me tell you, I think not

My lil' shit wanna fuck all the time, she say I hit the spot

Grab my green soda, I don't even gotta measure

full pint into the pop

Know I'm the one, take a look at my wrist

every day a different watch, mhm

She need be on punishment, no makeup, she so bad

But sometimes you gotta let the lil' bitch go

that's a headache you will have

I'm in the club, 'boutta let this shit go

she climb that pole so fast, hm

I don't know, that shit out my control

so all my hoes gon' brag, hm

These hoes that think they in control

is not gon' start no fam', mhm

My favorite ho from overseas right now, she fine and dandy

For some reason, she don't wanna sleep with no clothes on

not even no panties

I thank God for every scam I ever did, they came in handy

Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah

Your mans got killed, by bah bah

Your pint got sipped, by bah bah

Your bitch got fucked, by Bah bah

Your mans got smoked, by bah bah

Your pint got sipped, by bah bah

I done gave, mm

I done gave these niggas a name

with they style and what they claim

Who is you? What I say go around this bitch

ain't nothin' changed

Let me tell you, nigga couldn't pour no juice

that's it, won't buy no drank, mhm

Broke ass stay with green and negative in the bank, mm

These niggas ain't got no money

it just be me inside the bank

Scuffed my Rick Owens, skies is sunny

I might not smile 'cause I ain't fake

Told my lil' ho you slippin' on yo' shit

she might just take your place, mm

My pop full of Quagen, when I mix red and I mix Wock', hm

I miss when cousin Pete would called

for drank when he run out, hm

I still got the Tris pint

he was sippin' this at the house, hm

You could ask the streets the results of

playin' this shit or come find out, hm

I can't even let niggas know I feel some way

they stay in the house, hm

You can't even let niggas know 'bout demonstrate

they'll turn to mouse, hm

He makin' pape, it never be no chase, I found the route

He makin' pape, I just ran up a safe, my watch a house

This bitch a ten

that smell made her a zero without a doubt, hm

My body full of diamonds, that piece on me, it bling-blaow

I think I know it all

except for how to be a bum, I don't know how

Right hand to God

if I stand on all my money, I'll dunk on Yao

Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah

Your mans got killed, by bah bah

Your pint got sipped, by bah abh

Your bitch got fucked, by bah bah

Your mans got smoked, by bah bah

Your pint got sipped, by bah bah

Some shit I can't tell you

Oh my god

I done gave these niggas a name

with they style and what they claim