I was hustling before I came up out the womb Now look at me the richest nigga in the room Richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga I'm the richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga Look at me, I'm the richest nigga in the room '89, '96, 2002

She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag

Bitch, I might be I promise you ain't met a real one like me Girl, I think I might let you be my wifey Put some diamonds on your neck, girl, have you icy Or I might just spend a check, I'm still deciding Ooh, I see niggas hatin', they wanna be like me

Buying happy from shopping carts Nothing but time to kill Sipping life from bottles Tight skin, bodyguards Gucci down the boulevard Cocaine, dollar bills My happy little pill Take me away

Bought her baby Gucci strollers (strollers) Switch it up and I went global (global) Can't play around, I had to grow up (grow up) Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (glo-up) These niggas cap and that shit blow up My dawg rappin', hope he blow up I need

Find a plane ticket, come right now South Beach, when the sun go down Soft streets for the sunroof down, soft streets for the sunroof down There's Gucci this, Gucci that She used to wear the Baby Phat Got a budget on yo' ass though So she let me bust it

Southside on the track I pop a whatcha-ma-call-it, but it got side-effects Dick rock hard like a mouth test Hit it from the side, that's a side-effect I'm a Zone 6 nigga, now you're my bitch Slurpin' up the drank and it got side-effects Shit expensive,

It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out we're tired We only need to stay close In time, sparks will fly (And we fly too, and we, and we And we fly too) Baby you deserve the whole enchilada Gucci and Prada Toast to the days when I didn't

My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh Unless you is my mama, yeah When I'm fucking, call me Papa, yeah I'm high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah I never say, "I love you" to these women, no They saying I'm a problem yeah No Nelly, no Nelly, it's getting hot

Guwop how much you pay for that Patek Phillipe? (hundred thousand) Pretty please get them broke niggas way from me (hundred thousand) I don't want no bitch to fuck with me for free (what's a thousand?) You know a rich nigga can't fuck no ho for free