Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
HoodRich Pablo Juan
Performer
Lil Yachty
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sterling Pennix
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OG Parker
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Whole HoodRich, they family
This the shit, ****
OG Parker
[Verse 2]
We havin' bitches on bitches, money on money
Exclusive bitches, I got 'em from London
Thirty round, fifty round, shoot out a hundred
Count up them fifties, count up them hundreds
Fine bitch, she got an ass on her
But I'm so rich I might pass on her
Foreign, I do the whole dash on it
I'm ridin' round, I got too much cash on it
Rich ****, do what I want
I pull up in the Ghost like I haunt
Kickin' this shit like a punt
I don't lay up with that ho, I just dunk
[Verse 3]
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
Shawty, you just a lil' street punk
[Verse 4]
****, you just a lil' pussy
But not tell a bitch for that cookie
All of my diamonds they VVS
All of your diamonds, they look a lil' dusty
Whole HoodRich, they family
Fuckin' my bitch from Chamblee
Make that lil' **** regret it
Grew up like I rented Andretti
Doo, doo, doo, pop his ass if he said it
She wanna hop in the Bentley coupe
Keep talkin' down, I'ma send for you
I bought me a truck, took it to the shop
Told 'em to lift it an inch or two
Two hundred thou on my right wrist
I'ma keep flexin' like this
And my new main bitch an actress
Finna cop a crib next to Saks Fifth
[Verse 5]
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
Shawty, you just a lil' street punk
[Verse 6]
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
Shawty, you just a lil' street punk (Uh, lame ass ****)
[Verse 7]
You know I'm too rich for that bullshit
These **** beef on the Internet
Talkin' 'bout racks, we be spendin' that
Jewel fake, need to go get your money back
Lil' Boat ballin' like the running back
Ridin' round with like a hundred racks
I need some more money, I can't relax
Just add water to the dope like it's flapjacks
Afraid of death, I got more bodies than Mad Max
When I dress, they don't know what I wear
When I put on my jewelry, they stare
Stack the money up, it look like a chair
Rockin' Christian Louboutin to a prayer
Too many lil' babies, got a daycare
Thirty, fifty, hundred round, we don't play fair
Me and Lil' Boat got the money like Mayweather
Cut off my old bitch, I know I could do better
[Verse 8]
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
Shawty, you just a lil' street punk
[Verse 9]
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
****, you just a lil' street punk
Shawty, you just a lil' street punk (Uh, lame ass ****)
[Verse 10]
Uh, lame ass ****
Uh, lame ass ****
Written by: Sterling Pennix
