[Hook]
Bitch hold my strap
He don't wanna see me snap
Trynna front on me then see who be the quickest to get capped, hoe
Rich is my name, cause I'm stacking like Cobain
Smoking on that shit, bitch i'm just getting used to all this fame

[Verse 1]
Bitch you claiming you a savage but you really just a sad bitch
I don't wanna fuck you, be seen with you was lame bitch
Thinking that you dope, you nothing like that shit you slang bitch
Catch you in these streets and imma pop yo ass on gang bitch
All these hoes boy, looking like a farmer
All these clothes boy, all I wear designer
Non these lames trynna catch that comma
Don't start shit less you got a body armor
I don't hit the gym, but I still be trynna flex
Pull up with the mac, lookin' like you owe me cash

[Hook]
Bitch hold my strap
He don't wanna see me snap
Trynna front on me then see who be the quickest to get capped, hoe
Rich is my name, cause I'm stacking like Cobain
Smoking on that shit, bitch i'm just getting used to all this fame

[Verse 2]
Fifty clip, I don't see nobody trynna hit that lick
I'm bout that shit, you can't tell me nothing you a god damn pig
Whip a prick , suckin dick (Skrrt)
Going on these airplanes every minute got me fucking sick
Your bitch she suckin up like Kirby
Wonder if she pink inside her
If she hairy like some ferby hoe
You say you fresh, but boy you rotten
Looking like some damn tomato
Shut your mouth
Forget that cotton, boy

[Hook]
Bitch hold my strap
He don't wanna see me snap
Trynna front on me then see who be the quickest to get capped, hoe
Rich is my name, cause I'm stacking like Cobain
Smoking on that shit, bitch i'm just getting used to all this fame