[Intro]
(Aus in the spot)

[Chorus]
Baby know I'm rich, but that's obvious
Black hoodie, black blower, left anonymous
N***as be talkin' like they me and they is not him
Rockin' a Louis V fit, this shit cost ten
I would talk about that foreign, but I crashed it
Told a n***a his bitch borin', been had it
Copy the recipe, but it won't taste the same
My rock hit sixty-thousand, that's just on the chain

[Verse]
Was in the field when you wasn't, that's how I got rich
These racks make these Amiris hug and they got a tight fit
Watch I'm rockin' a forty-one, this shit a grown man
If he want a fire whip and I afford this, he don't stand a chance
I'm a trophy where I'm from, so I got gang tats
Hop out, walk you n***as down, like where your gang at?
Ten thousand in Neiman Marcus, that ain't shit to me
I'm on boats with my new bitch, my ex-bitch missin' me
That n***a poor as fuck, he don't eat tomahawks
Shoppin' spree, brought my pocket, I don't care what it cost
Road Runner Hummer bitch, I be pape' chasin'
I keep runnin' up money, these n***as keep hatin'
You can't act like a shooter 'cause you ain't did that
I be stiff on a bitch, like, "Please get back"
She can't understand what I'm sayin', it's the drugs in me
I can't leave without the pistol, it's the thug in me
[Chorus]
Baby know I'm rich, but that's obvious
Black hoodie, black blower, left anonymous
N***as be talkin' like they me and they is not him
Rockin' a Louis V fit, this shit cost ten
I would talk about that foreign, but I crashed it
Told a n***a his bitch borin', been had it
Copy the recipe, but it won't taste the same
My rock hit sixty-thousand, that's just on the chain