[Intro]
(This that)
(Damn, Pliz, there go your tag)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
A hundred, one fifty, two hundred, one milli'
Young n***a, that's way too much (Way too much)
We be ready to hit it, the way we be living
Young n***a, that ain't enough (Ain't enough)
N***a, check how I'm spinning, might blow out the engine
These n***as ain't keepin' up (No)
And these bitches ain't flashing for nothin' (No)
And these n***as won't run up on Band
Took a risk, I look like a lick now, bitch, I'm rich
I can't miss, diamonds look like buckets on my wrist
Yeah, I'm the shit (Uh, uh), and a n***a gon' learn, like fuck it, everything too legit
N***a, I spent nothin' but hundreds on this chain and my 'fit

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Keep the racks on me, I got a hundred pack (Hundred pack)
Ride 'round in thе Rolls Royce or the Cadillac (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Foreign bitchеs, G-Wagon all black
When we speaking on the money, all facts (All facts)
Y'all n***as just be rapping all cap (Cap)
I was rapping on the stage with the strap (Run up, you gonna get capped)
I done took some risk, yeah
Quarter milli' for the diamonds, they glist'
Bitch bad, I could give her a kiss
Fuck an opp, we scratch your name out the list (Fuck an opp)
When I slide with the trouble, can't miss (When I slide)
Canary yellow, I got my diamonds on piss
Throw up 4KTrey when I bang on a bitch (Rich)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Quando Rondo]
A hundred, one fifty, two hundred, one milli'
Young n***a, that's way too much (Way too much)
We be ready to hit it, the way we be living
Young n***a, that ain't enough (Ain't enough)
N***a, check how I'm spinning, might blow out the engine
These n***as ain't keepin' up (No)
And these bitches ain't flashing for nothin' (No)
And these n***as won't run up on Band
Took a risk, I look like a lick now, bitch, I'm rich
I can't miss, diamonds look like buckets on my wrist
Yeah, I'm the shit (Uh, uh), and a n***a gon' learn, like fuck it, everything too legit
N***a, I spent nothin' but hundreds on this chain and my 'fit (Q)

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Say I spent the whole fifty for racks on her titties
But she say I play too much (Oh, damn)
Had to take a big risk, had the Glock in the Bentley
They play, then we spray this bitch up (Grrah)
Every day a new killin' when you in the trenches
'Cause that's just the way we was raised up
'Round my neck and my wrist, got a whole half a million
Could've went out and bought me a Wraith truck
Ayy, big 33, Timmy bang Scottie Pippen
Slangin' Miami Heat from the 3rd to his village
Blue I painted my toilet, I stay on some Crip shit
N***a spoke on Lil Sosa, we emptied them clips quick
I just copped a tennis chain, Serena Williams, plenty rocks (Ayy)
One hundred and fifty, lil' bullet Big Billy
You play, then your brains'll get bust
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
A hundred, one fifty, two hundred, one milli'
Young n***a, that's way too much (Way too much)
We be ready to hit it, the way we be living
Young n***a, that ain't enough (Ain't enough)
N***a, check how I'm spinning, might blow out the engine
These n***as ain't keepin' up (No)
And these bitches ain't flashing for nothin' (No)
And these n***as won't run up on Band
Took a risk, I look like a lick now, bitch, I'm rich
I can't miss, diamonds look like buckets on my wrist
Yeah, I'm the shit (Uh, uh), and a n***a gon' learn, like fuck it, everything too legit
N***a, I spent nothin' but hundreds on this chain and my 'fit