Yeah, mm-mm

Yea, look at my chain, it's shining, yea

That **** rockin' fake diamonds (fake diamonds)

Higher than a bitch, I'm reclining, yea

Your bitch, she come out the Cullinan

Look at these racks, how they changing the climate

Already rich ****, yea I ain't signing, yea

That **** rockin' SI (yea)

Rockin' them fake ass diamonds, yea

Everyday, I get fly, yea, I don't even need no stylist (yea)

Everyday, I get high, yea, high as hell **** I'm gliding (**** I'm gliding)

Lil' ****, don't even try it

Send his ass up right where God is

In that brand new Tahoe, brand new tint

Yea, like the president

Yeah, that's what we riding in

Bitch, this all black Bentley militant

I got racks lil' bitch, can't fit 'em in

We got roxi's, fuck a middle man

I'm off Codeine, I can't feel my hand

I got racks bitch why my money dance

All these racks I need a rubber band

That boy plottin' he need another plan

It's a light just how these diamonds dance

"Really Rich", that shit right on my hand

Ridin' with sticks in a Sprinter van

That **** hatin', he really irrelevant

Bitch I feel these percs' they heaven sent

Double cup straight filled with medicine

I just scored on a new P10 and my racks can't function, make no sense

Been that **** since I was a jit, I dropped out bitch, I got rich

Yeah, I said free lil' Will' right out that chain gang (out that chain gang)

Yeah, I got stacks on me, too rich **** safe