[Intro]
'Bout this shit free, I say Freebandz, but, n***a
After you go through all that shit, think I'm finna let a n***a come and goddamn take what I done did, man, all these dudes I done paid?
Man, I paid, man, this shit blood, sweet, and tears for this shit, man
N***a ain't finna do nothin' 'bout this cash, boy
For real, boy
I'll go to war
It ain't even about going to war, I ain't going to war for what's mine
Ayy, ha, double R shit, double R shit
Bitch-ass n***a
Double R shit
You know what I'm saying, n***a?
You know, this money shit been gettin' way too easy
Money shit way too—

[Chorus]
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that n***a too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston, n***a, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on Pluto

[Verse]
Yeah, Really Rich, bitch, do what I want, I been rockin' Arc'teryx, ho, in any climate (Pussy)
Why they keep hittin' my line? That shit ain't 'bout money, they know I'm declinin'
Young n***a slimy, my n***as grimy, we never duckin' no violence
My n***as grimy, you n***as hidin', they'll take you down for your diamonds
I been had 'fore I was rhyming
Bitch, before I was walkin'
Ayy, before I was talkin'
Pussy-ass n***a tryna flex in front of them hoes, have lil' Jay chalk him (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, with the Draco, bitch-ass n***a, we gon' spark him
He just a rat with a pole
He a rat, but he doing the most (Ha)
Bitch-ass n***a should've known (Bitch-ass n***a should've)
Bitch-ass n***a get— (Bitch-ass n***a get trolled)
Yeah, get zoed, n***a
Glock 45, n***a, Glock 30, it's gon' fold him
We having motion (We having motion)
You know that shit on the floor (That shit on)
My brother flip anything, n***a, come this way
Pussy-ass rap n***as mad than a bitch 'cause I don't fake kick it when I'm in LA
All of my diamonds, they hit, all my bitches, they lit, no, he can't say the same
Bitch, just look at my wrist, I'm rich, okay, my fit all black, it's Rick
All of my n***as on house arrest, yeah, they fighting them cases and shit
[Chorus]
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that n***a too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston, n***a, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on-

[Outro]
Yeah, n***a, on Pluto
We way too geeked on Pluto
We way too geeked on—