[Intro]
I got ri—, I got—
I got—, I got ri— (You have no heart)

[Chorus]
I got rich off singing, gang got rich off flipping Xans (Why would I lie?)
Balenciaga steppin', Rick up on my fuckin' pants (All on my fuckin' pants)
I stuck to the script, all this shit was part of the plan (This shit was part of the plan)
She said, "Jaydes, why I get DM's from your fuckin' fans?" (Hood-ho-hood-hood-hood)

[Interlude]
These n***as is not competition, man
Yeah-yeah (Turn me up)
Yeah-yeah, huh, hol' on, like, yeah
(You have no heart)

[Chorus]
I got rich off singing, gang got rich off flipping Xans (Why would I lie?)
Balenciaga steppin', Rick up on my fuckin' pants (All on my fuckin' pants)
I stuck to the script, all this shit was part of the plan (This shit was part of the plan)
She said, "Jaydes, why I get DM's from your fuckin' fans?" (Fuckin' fans)

[Verse]
I got my money, keep up with me, bitch
This shit not love, you not stuck with me, bitch
I'm tired of gettin' ego'd by some n***as I'm better than, watch how you fuck with me, bitch
You got some money, but you not rich
You copped some jeans, you movin' stiff
You had a girl, I stole that bitch
You had some spotlight, I stole that shit
You was gon' run up, you folded quick
You feelin' threatened, you told him quick
That's not your weapon, you holdin' it
That's not your bestie, I gave him a follow back because he told me right where you live
I could keep going but I had enough
Exotic bitches gave head on the tour bus, get to the hotel they tryna fu—
[Chorus]
I got rich off singing, gang got rich off flipping Xans (Why would I lie?)
Balenciaga steppin', Rick up on my fuckin' pants (All on my fuckin' pants)
I stuck to the script, all this shit was part of the plan (This shit was part of the plan)
She said, "Jaydes, why I get DM's from your fuckin' fans?" (Fuckin' fans)

[Outro]
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Like fu-fu-fu, like fu-fu-fu
Like fu-fu-fu, like fu-fu-fu (Pew, pew, pew)
(Let me hear that)