[Intro]
(D-Diego)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

[Chorus]
It's a rich n***a party, bae
Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay
Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah
Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah
Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck?
Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but, lil' mama, can you suck?
Ayy, Heat keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets
Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket
Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Missy Elliot if he touch it (Yeah, ayy)
He ain't been to Elliot, he be bluffin'
Yeah, he don't want smoke, don't turn nothin' into somethin'
Yeah, George said grab the Rolls truck, but I ain't rushin' (Yeah)
Book street n***a, yeah, they'll vouch for that
Thеy ain't never seen you in the trеnches, where your house was at?
Ayy, n***as in they feelings over bitches, I'm to blame
Yeah, coachin' all these n***as, finna put 'em in the game
Yeah, why these n***as think we ain't gon' put 'em in a chain?
Yeah, I might look at me and I make n***as look for me
Yeah, two nights back-to-back, a hundred racks is how they bookin' me
All it took for me to be here, yeah
All three-sixty-five and every leap year, yeah
Bitches callin' up hotels, did he sleep here?
All the DMs and fan mail, she wanna meet here (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
[Chorus]
It's a rich n***a party, bae
Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay
Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah
Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah
Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck?
Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but, lil' mama, can you suck?
Ayy, Heat keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets
Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket
Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public

[Verse 2]
I'ma talk my shit 'cause I'm the shit, I finally noticed (Yeah)
Tryna manifest fucking Dre, yeah, I'm just focusin' (Ayy)
Yeah, these n***as don't keep it player, we don't notice 'em
These n***as ain't got no paper, we been noticin'
Yeah, coach again, I done had the bag, fucked it up, and I went broke again
Yeah, got a hundred bags of designer, let it go again
Yeah, I got in my bag and they mad 'cause I'm on again
Tell 'em how much you want for a show again
Yeah, yeah, to show up in it
Oh, that boy look so expensive, yeah
Seen in your ho, make that drip, drip
Playin' in her throat, she said I gotta hold on

[Chorus]
It's a rich n***a party, bae (It's a rich n***a party, bae)
Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay
Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah
Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah
Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck?
Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but, lil' mama, can you suck?
Ayy, Heat keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets
Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket
Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public