RICH VIKING

Weezy outta here

Shoot, that's a hard eight

Better stack our straight make

I got big bread

Watch me bake a large cake

Shoot, that's a throw away

Caught 'em on the interstate

We some rich Vikings

Still fuck hoes on minimum wage

Go

Rich ****

But, ho, with these racks, I'm petty

I still eat Cup Noodles out the gas station, sittin' on top of the Chevy

Need a big freak that'll chew me off the bone, some' like American deli

Let the seat back, we can fuck in the car right now, no panties, she ready

Viking smoking this blunt to the fire

Viking Wock', I want every drop

Psychic, been saw myself at the top

Right here whether you like it or not

My shooter a star, he gon' rock out for my band

Passing like gas on the dice, got a hot hand

You can't go back to yo' hood, ****, I can

Trap out the mansion, we turn it to Vikeland

Park the whip

Hop out fresh as fuck, smellin' like Baccarat mixed with 'za

Hit the gambling spot, lil' cuh just seen the opp

Trail the car, get close as you can, ooh, he bet' not stop

Cut him off, got caught lackin' in traffic, jump out, fa-fa-fa

Shoot, that's a hard eight

Better stack our straight make

I got big bread

Watch me bake a large cake

Shoot, that's a throw away

Caught 'em on the interstate

We some rich Vikings

Still fuck hoes on minimum wage

Shoot, put a white Patek on a Black bitch, true facts

Real Viking, fuck her, then go eat her kids' fruit snacks

Shoot a thousand, if I lose it, up the bet and get back

Cleanin' house, sweep the floor, walked out the door with them racks

I'm smoking out da pound, bitch

Rest in peace, my uncle, first **** I saw slide off a mountain

Used to grind for Grandma, whole bow to cop an outfit

I don't go out for nothing unless I get paid, I'm in the house lit

Money go Chanel hat, this bitch cost four racks, ****, don't play with me

Big speaker the one they wanna be and who they hate to see

I'm the type of **** take his bitch and make him babysit

When the stars light up inside the foreign, I get spaceship vibes

3.5, fuck, I feel like I can fly

Some' must be wrong with the club lights, the pay me to come and shine

When she ask me what's my zodiac, I told her, "Dollar sign"

I'on trust nobody more than my fire, wish a **** would try me, I'ma up it and

Shoot, that's a hard eight

Better stack our straight make

I got big bread

Watch me bake a large cake

Shoot, that's a throw away

Caught 'em on the interstate

We some rich Vikings

Still fuck hoes on minimum wage

Shoot

Shoot

Shoot

Shoot