Picked up where I left off, four-three-two-one lift off (yeah) Went to get the broom, I had to beat a bitch off (whoa) People get so crazy when you're rich and famous (ay) But I ain't no jackpot hoe, and this ain't Vegas Okay, let's get it Ay, don't be

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

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

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss

Dangerous MC's Bitch grab your tits c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's close the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass

You ain't in that Maybach, boy you flexin' The way my diamonds fight, you think they Tekken I'm Rich Forever, man it is a blessing Don't try to snatch my chain, I up my weapon Fuckin' hoes, takin' no names Play a bitch just like a game Must be geeking

You can rely on the old man's money 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway Say money but it won't get you too far You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far Get you too far It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far It's a bitch girl but it's gone too far

Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care

Oh-oh-oh shit Ah, pose, bitch Bitch, I know you know Fired up, I'm sorted Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Stay dope, hoe rich

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