[Intro: Young Thug]
Juicy
(Yo)
Navy
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
Rich n***a shit, calamaris
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari
Ayy, brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I just spent your salary
Walked inside of the exhibit and bought the gallery (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm so wealthy, I done bought out all my cavities (Uh-huh)
Havin' sex with your old lady, I lost calories (Uh-huh)
Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping-pong with my bestie (Uh)
Made a TV show with some lesbians (Uh-huh)
Like the TV show, I done next-ed (Uh)
G-Star, pull your thorns out your carat (Uh-huh)
Bought my dog a new kennel, it's a palace (Grah, grah, grah)
I'm the fortune and the winners wanna best me (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
I rock minks when it ain't December 'cause my diamonds (Drip, drip, drip)
Women lie and men lie, but not this money (Bitch, bitch)
I'm a 'rilla, call Coachella, tell 'em comin' in Margiela
I don't like her, I can't sweat her, I just cum and keep it mellow
I got ninety pills on me like I'm Julius Peppers
Rolls-Royce truck umbrella
Go in for my brother
[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
Rich n***a shit, calamaris
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari
Ayy, brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Back in 'em days, minimum wage
Now a n***a up top, gettin' too paid
Slide on a opp block with a Blu-Ray
Extended clip, we movie gang
Your boyfriend like, "Ooh, she can't"
Went and took her anyway
Now he want his girl back, fuck you, have a nice day (Yeah)
Burberry on my coat
If it's a problem, I'm pulling up ten-four
Walk in his house, smoke a n***a like indo
Percocet popper, don't fuck with the benzos
Party in the brib, hit the line for the info
Murder every n***a, murder every instrumental
They not my kinfolk
They finna get fucked up when I hop out the Benz like Rambo, uh
Uh, shit'll make the devil dance
Leanin' all over this song, don't think I stand a chance
Separate my rights from my wrongs, to never be wrong again
I'm DJ Khaled with it all 'cause all I do is win
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rich n***a shit, calamaris
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari
Ayy, brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly, yeah