Rich **** fragrance, I smell like the bank

Them boys thinkin' they can fuck with me and can't

Lil' dog swear he keepin' up with me and ain't

Pull up Rolls-Royce, candy color paint

Thousand horses in this TRX, hope I don't lose control

Big chain on, rings on like I just won a Super Bowl

Get it if you want it, baby, that shit ain't nun

I got ninety-nine problems, gettin' money ain't one

Maybach me, please, let it drive itself, bae

I don't know which chain I'ma wear today

****, fuck 12, I can't hang around no rats

Let the money counter, I love the sound of that

This a rich **** section, boy, it cost to get in here

Y'all just be talkin', I swear to God, I'm really him

I'm the type to kick my feet up, bad bitch feedin' me grapes

You the type coach don't wanna put you in for nan plays

Say she want a big dawg, she don't want no lightweight

You **** ain't fuckin' with me on a light day

Trap ain't never dead, you want some bread, bust them bowls open

Only thing y'all boys really havin' is no motion

Rich **** fragrance, I smell like the bank

Them boys thinkin' they can fuck with me and can't

Lil' dog swear he keepin' up with me and ain't

Pull up Rolls-Royce, candy color paint

Thousand horses in this TRX, hope I don't lose control

Big chain on, rings on like I just won a Super Bowl

Get it if you want it, baby, that shit ain't nun

I got ninety-nine problems, gettin' money ain't one