[Intro]
Keep it up, sharkboy!

[Verse 1: Zelly Ocho]
Yeah, that Glock black but my bitch vanilla (Oh)
Yeah we the Wealthy Villains, I'm racked up I got higher than a dealer
I'm too high, I can stand on the ceiling
I'm throwing up Bs, I'm with the bro villains
Look back, and my money got (?)
I'm sipping Lean, I'ma find me a cure (A cure)
Let's get one thing clear, God is the only thing that I fear (On god)
(?), I ran up the racks so happily
Yeah, my bitch is too bad, she (?) me
Yeah, if we slide it's a casualty
Yeah, we turned this shit to a family
I'm wishing luck to my fucking enemies

[Verse 2: TyFontaine]
I'm wishing luck to my enemies
We share them lеgs like a centipedе
That bitch wan' suck on my energy
Yeah, I'm sipping my rick full of fantasy
Bro take a drip with the spinner on, I take that (?)
I used to put the VVs on the bezel, look how it be bussin', it's dancing
Chane'ne the shades, on the scarf, on my head 'cause I don't even care what you're asking
Gave the valet all the keys to the Cullinan, asked what I do, I don't answer
I just had to me a Percocet, baby, she come here and taking advantage
She shaking her ass in another direction, I guess I'ma need a new vantage
Told her, come here, she better be shaking that shit for the wealth 'cause she know that we having it-
[Verse 3: Sunny 2point0]
Shaking it, baking it, making that money, go get to the money, we having it
All these n***as, they talking, they (?)
All my diamonds, they clean, and these fifty-point n***as (?)
And that n***as, he think that he catching me slipping, that fourty-five'll come out and perish him
Ain't no fucking fair warning, n***a, check your authority
N***a talking brazy, bitch it ain't no hoe in me
Ain't no fucking cape up on my back, we ain't saving no bitch
All my n***as villains, we don't fuck with no rat shit

[Verse 4: Matt OX]
Yeah, huh, all my Villains they wealthy
It ain't nothing that you can't tell me
(?) while you can't help me
I feel immortal, you can't kill me
I'm going through blunts, I'm back in Philly
Yeah, I'm back in the field
You feel that Tec and you'll talk and you'll squeal

[Verse 5: Lil Candy Paint]
Ten on his head, and (?), he fuck with the Wealthy (Fuck with the Wealthy)
I'm off that X, I need me some water I need me some help (Come here)
I'm off that gas, the pressure (?) it burn in your chest (Burn in your chest)
Let this bitch bring me that money back, then I'm gon' buy here some chest
(?), she text me, she say that she blessed
We (?) and she'll do the rest, popping that Perc and she getting undressed
Saving a bitch is not part of the plan (?)