Keep it 100 I let it fly
Look at the numbers they never lie
I fell in love with the other side
Touch on my brotha you gunna die
Live in the hills and its hard to find
I sign an M on the dottled like
I'm gettin my money you far behind
Know who I am, then you fall in line

Back back
I'm gettin' bags
I'm gonna triple it fast
Gettin' it, flippin' it, jus' for the hell of it
Back end, maginificent, gettin' them dividends
I was just spittin' that shit, they ain't gettin' it
Intimidating the way I be spending it
Bet I invented the way that you flеxin' it
Ahead of competitors, tell 'em come get it then

I be on beast mode, Elon
Pull up in Rolls, no Nissan
I just might go to Antigua
Go put some pole in a chica
Think I might just call up my people
My life nice but we all born equal
I'm rich as fuck an it's simple as that
Jockin' the style so they callin' me dad
Gimme yo money, I'll double it back
Live in a age where the money come fast
President strange but he cuttin' my tax
Yo money gay, you don't fuck with the bags
Your money L.A. in the way that it lags

I said I'mma do this shit
I ain't on stupid shit
Unless it's a clueless bitch
I been on frugal shit
Got rich on some Google shit
Y'all really ain't doin' this
You can not fool me bitch
Cause I know what they doin' shit

Put you on game, make the whole fam proud
Tell 'em stay in they lane when they say slow down
Amazed what I made make the hoes say wow
But they way that I play make your bros call foul

Need me a breath but don't need me a break
I'm reading the breadth and I'm making a trade
You need a degree just to get what I say
The prerequisite is you gotta get paid
I be all about bank like backboard
You don't know my name say landlord
Yo bae gave me brain like Stanford
I came, I saw I conquered
Shit so flame Satan got bothered
Cause I'm tryna fuck his daughter
But she love me, wish I'm taller Aye (haha)

You be on sleep mode, snooze mode
I'm more like fuck you, do more
Can't fit, 2 seater, 2 door
I'm rich could be your tutor
Got rich on a computer
Talk shit get put in sewers

This shit got me laughing
This really ain't just rapping
I really got some shooters
I helped them with they taxes
(Aye, Heh)
Now I'm out of breath
My bitch Breaking Bad, like she bake meth
I'm kinda like yo dad, except I'm fucking rich
If yo life kinda sad, you should talk to me quick
On some positive shit, I'll break down how you'll get rich
Cash out with them profits, or you could hit me with...
A bitch fit like your 6
Say I'm faker than some shit
Or you can't pay your rent
Or reside in basement
With your teeth upperbit, probally never lift
Never clean, sticky shit
Never been with a chick
Less we counting your hand on your dick, you a bitch
Or you prolly got kids
How you wasting all your time obsessing how I live?
Take them kids to go swim or some lessons or some shit, you're sick
(Ahh, man, that was it)
(I luh ya'll)
(Stay in school)
(Haha)
(Bye)