[Intro]
(OG Parker)
(Got-It on smash)

[Verse]
Headphones to the music playin' loud
Never take my chain off ‘fore I jump up in the crowd
Now look here, money on the chain, money on the ring
Money on the drugs, take 'em for to cover up my pain
Half a heart hangin' on my chest, they think I’m insane
In the Nawf, post up with no vest, we can let it bang
Look, they say I changed, I’m like “How you do that?”
I got 'bout fifty thousand dollars all blue in my sack
I go from Hi-Tek to that Act', I done had too much of that
Go back to juggin' in the street, I’m tryna run up that bag

[Chorus]
Now turn up, rich n***a with the mind of an Allah
Tote that heavy mother iron like a rockstar
Percocet mixеd with that Molly like a pop star
Drugs controllin' my body, I’m like “Oh lord”
Now boot up, I’m in the bitch, I’m tryna do somеthin'
Pussy bitch, I’m tooled up, I’m tryna knock a n***a shoes up
And you know we pulled up, I’m in the Lamb', in a blue truck
Tell a n***a “Pull up”, a hundred rounds for to glue some
[Chorus]
Rich n***a with the mind of an Allah
Tote that heavy mother iron like a rockstar
Percocet mixed with that Molly like a pop star
Drugs controllin' my body, I’m like “Oh lord”
Now boot up, I’m in the bitch, I’m tryna do somethin'
Pussy bitch, I’m tooled up, I’m tryna knock a n***a shoes up
And you know we pulled up, I’m in the Lamb', in a blue truck
Tell a n***a “Pull up”, a hundred rounds for to glue some