You niggas not makin' no noise I wanted the 'Rari, no Porsche Jumped right off the porch I was trappin', had to make it a sport I'm back on the court Dexter rich forever, pass him the torch Takin' that bitch if she yours You niggas ain't makin' no noise

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

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be

Do a split on the dick (Do a split) If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch) She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?) She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich" New foreign, whippin it (Skrt) Blue face,

Miss America, petty thoughts Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars

Get off your ass and hustle Niggas they runnin' for cover I'm fuckin' your bitch under covers I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

That's rich nigga problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, bitch you hatin' I'm never home, one time I thought I was home it was only the matrix Rich nigga problems, lil' whoadie I'm never wrong, one time thought I was

Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my off whites Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip