(Rich)

Ayy (Get up, Rich)

Jump out trim, Yes on like they know I'm dump flingin' (I got fire, ****)

I'lll put 'em on your block, I got four phones ringin'

Like if you ever been a cop, I hope he ridin', they don't save you

Like I'm the type to get a block and bust it all with a razor

These two-thousand-dollar shoes, you know the shirt was seven-fifty

He gon' bump a round of Bobby, speedball and I got Whitney

I like my bitches bad and bougie, you know Big Steff be picky

I'm doin' fire BINs for forty, I been fuckin' up the city

Mm, I got a flow like Milly

Fuck around and made a million off this game like Gillie, hmm

Wide-body Track', stay in your lane or I'ma hit you (Skrrt)

They say get rich or die tryin', boy, this chain cost fifty

Hmm, they ask how I come up with this shit, because I did it

I'm Percy Miller with this black card, this bitch ain't got no limit

Hmm, they told me stop postin' pints, it's fuckin' up my image

Just put a dent in the ceiling, I been standin' on the business

Ayy, I might just put 'em on your block, you see me bendin' through the trenches

Like I can show you how I do this shit, just point me to the kitchen

Like let me left pocket check and show these **** I'm the richest

And you can't get it how I got it, boy, you know I gotta hit it

I got headtappers 'round me

Swimmin' with them sharks, deep end, that's where they found me

I done swapped out the VIN, this bitch a striker, this the live Jeep

I pull up beatin' ****' numbers, I make the fiends have a town meeting

Okay, now I see

How the fuck you **** ain't got no paper? It's beyond me, huh

I just sold a nine-piece in my Godspeed, huh

I just sold a nine-piece for like four G's (Four thousand)

I pour one more in this soda, I might OD (Hmm, ayy)

Fourth down, hail mary, Steff, go deep (Huh)

Hit Designer District with a dollar in this Go Yeezy (Fft, beep)

I only get on deck when I'm in Cali 'cause the 'bows cheaper (The 'bows cheaper)

I only hit the hoes who sell pussy 'cause them hoes pressure

It's on the floor, you wanna book me for an eight, I need a whole G (I need a whole thang)

You ain't gon' never have no money, you the type be havin' cold feet (With your broke ass)

I tried to give the jacks a break, but I be up, I'm gettin' no sleep

You want me and Chick for promo, fuck around and get the 'bows free

I'ma put my members on you, you ain't fuckin' with no middleman

Like if a **** say it's smoke, we get to spinnin' like a ceiling fan

I put a timer on my oven, when it beep, I know them instant grams, huh

I jump up out the bed runnin' to the rackies, I do hand-in-hands (I'm on my way)