[Intro: CXRPSE & Lil Darkie]
Spider Gang
On my rich n***a shit (Ayy), rich n***a shit (Ayy)
Rich n***a shit, uh (Ayy), rich n***a, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: CXRPSE & Lil Darkie]
Whole gang full of rich n***as, I don't fuck with bitch n***as
If you ain't rich, get the fuck out of the crib n***a (Yeah)
Ring-ring (Hello?)
That's somebody callin'
Rich as fuck, I'm ballin'
All up, we maulin'
On my rich n***a shit, get off a rich n***a dick
I'ma buy a new watch just to piss on a bitch (Yeah)
All these n***as hatin' on a young n***a comin' up
See my bank account I run it up, go to functions and I fuck it up
The labels say they'll do this for some money, I said, "Fuck it"
Get a rich n***a big, count [?] said, "Fuck a budget"
Everything that cost money, fuck you n***a, we done done it
No, I'm serious the label is really making us do this, please help us (Ahhhh! Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Rich n***a (Huh), oh, oh, oh, oh
I got money, I got drugs, I got opioids, n***a
The sheer amount of cocaine is copious, n***a
Talkin' shit 'bout rich n***as, Glock open this n***a (Blah, blah)
You could get poked with a stick (Yeah)
All these rappin' ass internet n***as is broke than a bitch (Punk ass n***as, ayy, huh, huh, huh)
They don't even got material possessions
Had to cut off hella n***as, tired of hearing your depression (Depressed ass n***a, ayy)
She shakin' ass (Uh-uh)
I can't hear you broke n***as talkin' off the gas
It's too loud for me to pass, that's an impossible task
Spider Gang get your bitch wet so we can help her make a splash (Ayy, ayy)
Actually help, the label executives are holding us hostage please save u- (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: BRUHMANEGOD]
I got hella hoes, man, I got hella bricks
Pussy, if you ain't rich get the fuck up out the crib
I-I-I be in the crib with my baby bottle sippin'
Tr-Trill ass junkie off the JUUL still tippin' (Yeah)
Playin' with my money, I'ma leave your ass a victim (Okay)
Ice on my neck, sweat necklace [?]
Beamy got everything was ever in existence (Gucci)
All this shit I got, I'ma give it to my children
T-Tequila and some coke, flyin' out to México
I remember at the store, used to hit the Texaco
I been flyin' off a boat, so much cash I got a moat
I been sellin' all this dope, I be getting all these bands
I been makin' hella racks, I can finally wipe my ass
If a pussy talkin' shit, I'ma put him in the grass
Just a reminder, we got everything that exists, the label can't control us, haha

[Outro: BRUHMANEGOD]
Nah, but for real, like, we didn't really understand what we were getting into with all this rap shit, you feel me? Like, they really make us do shit, like, they keep us locked in fucking cages, they fucking hit us with cattle prods all fucking night, I haven't slept in six weeks, they abuse us, please!