[Intro]
Young, rich n***a
Yeah, if I spend it, I'm gon' make it back, n***a
In the stu', let her dunk on my head, if I'm fucking that bitch, then I'm breaking her back, n***a (DJ-DJ-DJ-DJ-DJ PHAT)
I'm in Cali, I'm smoking that gas, n***a
And, I'm gettin' to all of this cash, n***a
I remember when they used to laugh at me
Now we having all of them bags—
Zero, zero, yeah
Zero, zero, zero
Zero, zero, zero, yeah, yeah
(Go crazy, Cam)

[Chorus]
Yeah, my bank having zero's
Smoking weed, sippin' lean, on some zero
Oh, yeah and my necklace a zero, fuck you mean I don't be thumbin' through C-notеs
Free bands, yeah, I feel like a C-note
Frеak hoe, she gon' dance for a B-roll
Big racks, keep those shit's in my jeans now
Big drum, on the stick, and I reload
If you not talking 'bout no guap, then he dead, oh
What you doing dude, I'm in the Vlone
Got this money, put that shit on your head, oh
Gotta leave the straps, run up on runs
I got a rich bitch, rockin' Rick, not designer
I gotta come clean, but I don't need no closet
We swing them dope fein's, we get money for free
Gotta drop in, I guess I really been trill
I'm in the back, with my bro chain on
Love my gang, know that they won't change on me
I was down bad, then I came up
That's the reason why these n***a's hatin' on me
Yes, I'm Lonely, so I keep that paper on me
She not lonely, baby, keep them racks on me
I'm with the plug, when I need a pack on me
Slide a hunnid gun's, know we keep a strap on me
[Verse]
Know I'm a young, rich n***a
Yeah, if I spend it, I'm gon' make it back, n***a
In the stu', let her dunk on my head, if I'm fucking that bitch, then I'm breaking her back, n***a (DJ-DJ—)
I'm in Cali, I'm smoking that gas, n***a (DJ-DJ-DJ-DJ-DJ PHAT)
And, I'm gettin' to all of this cash, n***a
I remember when they used to laugh at me
Now we having all of them bags, n***a

[Interlude]
Yeah, so, zero, yeah, yeah
So, zero, yeah, yeah
So, zero, I'm so zero, yeah, zero

[Chorus]
Yeah, my bank having zero's
Smoking weed, sippin' lean, on some zero
Oh, yeah and my necklace a zero, fuck you mean I don't be thumbin' through C-notes
Free bands, yeah, I feel like a C-note
Freak hoe, she gon' dance for a B-roll
Big racks, keep those shit's in my jeans now
Big drum, on the stick, and I reload
If you not talking 'bout no guap, then he dead, oh
What you doing dude, I'm in the Vlone
Got this money, put that shit on your head, oh
Gotta leave the straps, run up on runs
I got a rich bitch, rockin' Rick, not designer
I gotta come clean, but I don't need no closet
We swing them dope fein's, we get money for free
Gotta drop in, I guess I really been trill
I'm in the back, with my bro chain on
Love my gang, know that they won't change on me
I was down bad, then I came up
That's the reason why these n***a's hatin' on me
Yes, I'm Lonely, so I keep that paper on me
She not lonely, baby, keep them racks on me
I'm with the plug, when I need a pack on me
Slide a hunnid gun's, know we keep a strap on me