Yeah
Whoa oh
Yeah
Aye

Pull up on me at the dice game, she can hold my money
Let's do Fleming's don't get dressed girl, we can both go bummy
She know I fuck on these hoes, but they can't get nothin' from me
Not the love I give to you, no no no no
Yeah, I keep it real with you baby
Fingers and thumbs I like to feel on you baby, yeah
Eat it 'til you cum you like a meal lil baby
You got that water who gon' spill it lil baby
Shit I'm a rich n***a from the slums yeah yeah
I was deep down but I always kept a gun yeah yeah
Hit the hood store still give change to the bums yeah yeah
The streets don't love you when you make it where we from yeah yeah
Got the whole city proud of me yeah
Gotta keep my lil' n***as close they like my prodigies yeah
Gotta watch my back up in these streets can't let 'em body me yeah
N***as hatin' hoes want relations they be watchin' me yeah
Might have to fuck a n***a bitch, whoa whoa
Ruth's Chris with a styrofoam cup, whoa whoa
Shopping won't put out my blunt, whoa whoa
Sippin' champagne in Chanel ooh I'm fancy yeah
All VVS on neck and wrist that shit be dancin' whoa
First I was broke and now I'm rich it feel amazing
Just sent my momma overseas it felt amazing yeah
My lil woadie just hit 15 that n***a up oh yeah
My lil n***a bought a food truck I'm proud as fuck yeah yeah
Bitch we grindin' til all my n***as slidin' foreign (skrt skrt)
Bitch we slidin' we took the choppas all on tour and shit
Finna buy my momma that house with marble floors and shit
Since I got rich hoes suck my dick let me record the shit
Mo' money mean mo' problems I pray everyday
Baller barely I'm eatin' good I'm a heavyweight
'Member I couldn't pay my tags I had paper plates
Now I valet and leave it runnin' when I go on dates, yeah
We went from guts to glory
Got it out the mud it's such a beautiful story, yeah
Ain't need nobody to come do nothin' for me
I had to grind for this
So this my time for this, yeah yeah yeah