[Intro: Tay B]
(Okay, Jones)
Huh

[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I'm a rich junkie
A n***a tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin'
Pandemic boys, I know you n***as miss money
Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don't miss nothin'
Yeah, this shirt plain as hell, but it cost me six hundred
Got on plain jane now, but I can come out wrist bustin'
Bougie n***a, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky
You can keep that bitch, I don't want your ho, that bitch ugly

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Hmm, man, a lot of rappers broke, I'll sign you
Lil' n***a, I'm the shit, must I remind you?
If my brother say it's on the floor, I'm right behind you
I'm the one that's hoppin' out with you, I can't drive you
I am not the one to fuck with, must I advise you?
Baby, I can't trust you, gotta hit you with a condom
It's really hard for me to fall in love, that's on my mama
Tender n***as wanna kill me, it ain't shit but some vagina
Your kit cheap, it ain't worth the shit that's in my closet
Don't wanna get rich, I don't even wanna be around you
You can leave if you wanna leave, I won't hound you
I ain't makin' love to no ho, I'm gon' pound you
[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I'm a rich junkie
A n***a tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin'
Pandemic boys, I know you n***as miss money
Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don't miss nothin'
Yeah, this shirt plain as hell, but it cost me six hundred
Got on plain jane now, but I can come out wrist bustin'
Bougie n***a, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky
You can keep that bitch, I don't want your ho, that bitch ugly

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
The shit I been doing'll get a n***a five to ten
Get back on your 'Gram, tell 'em what I'm slidin' in
I don't hang with rappers, them n***as not my friends
Couldn't catch his ass out, so we popped his mans
I mean dropped his mans
I'm out here slidin' with the sticks like a hockey fan (I'm a hockey fan)
I don't know who told y'all n***as I'm not gon' spin (Huh?)
N***as dyin', n***as still doin' all that playin'
I got a fifty in Amiri
Two-fifty in the ceiling, iced up, I'm just chillin'
Gettin' money, n***a, clearly
Three condos, n***as can't fuck with me really
I can hit a n***a bitch or get a n***a hit
Please don't brag about a hundred, man, that lil' shit get spent
Ten thousand ain't shit, man, I'll spend that on my bitch
You can't get another life, I can get another kit (Huh?)
Slidin' in designer, tryna hit him in his shit (Bah)
The streets talk to me 'cause I'm really in the mix, huh?
[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I'm a rich junkie
A n***a tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin'
Pandemic boys, I know you n***as miss money
Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don't miss nothin'
Yeah, this shirt plain as hell, but it cost me six hundred
Got on plain jane now, but I can come out wrist bustin' (Okay, Jones)
Bougie n***a, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky
You can keep that bitch, I don't want your ho, that bitch ugly