[Intro: YFN Lucci]
(Pooh, you're a fool for this one)
(Go Grizz)
Yeah, hey (Oh-oh)
(Hitmaka)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Worldwide, n***a, who can stop me? (Stop me)
From the big body Benz to courtside like Spike Lee (Like Spike Lee)
Tryna catch a vibe and fuck on somethin’ feisty (Yeah)
Louis on the luggage, you know how them flights be, yeah (Woo)
Shawty said she want a real n***a, rich n***a like me, yeah
The type to swipe the card, ain't no n***a like me, yeah
Dimes on my line, but my time ain't free, yeah
Shawty said she want a real n***a like me

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Look, I come from the dirt, far from a church
I pulled up first, I buy Birks
I pop Percs, lift up her skirt
I put in work, she give me head, that girl a nerd
I can’t get played, I can't get hurt
I got her legs all on my shoulder, I put in work, look
Dime after dime, I spent, time after time, I sinned
Ridin' 'round drop-top in my Benz
Ridin' 'round with my Glock in my hand
The block ain't get no one-night stand
Fuck I look like, Stan?
Fuck I look like, Pam?
Look, ayy, ain't it funny how them hoes hated?
I just got a whole ’nother Cuban and it ain’t gold-plated
That's a whole ’nother eighty
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Worldwide, n***a, who can stop me? (Stop me)
From the big body Benz to courtside like Spike Lee (Like Spike Lee)
Tryna catch a vibe and fuck on somethin' feisty (Yeah)
Louis on the luggage, you know how them flights be, yeah (Woo)
Shawty said she want a real n***a, rich n***a like me, yeah
The type to swipe the card, ain't no n***a like me, yeah
Dimes on my line, but my time ain't free, yeah
Shawty said she want a real n***a like me

[Verse 2: Bandhunta Izzy]
I done seen what happened to Von, so boy, don’t try to fight me (Nah)
I done turnt up on my own so I don't need no n***a to pipe me (At all)
Seen six-fifty, cop a 'Vette, trunk in front back where the pipes be (Grr)
Gave a hundred-bar to Bop 'cause he shootin' shit up, Spike Lee (Don't miss)
Don't care 'bout n***as likin' me (Nah), 'cause I bet they bitches love me (Love me)
Give a bitch a "Uh-uh" (Uh), while her forehead on my tummy (Yeah)
Got a rich bitch from the 'burbs, I changed the lingo, call me dummy (What?)
Why she like my clouted ass? I'm from the rain, she where it's sunny (Bitch)
Tell 'em hold they Rollies up if you a real gangster (What up?)
We in the streets, you industry, you a real prankster (Ha)
Talked to my son like fuck the streets because the streets'll take ya (I swear)
They ain't gon' like you when you dead, treat you like a stranger (Bet)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Worldwide, n***a, who can stop me? (Stop me)
From the big body Benz to courtside like Spike Lee (Like Spike Lee)
Tryna catch a vibe and fuck on somethin' feisty (Yeah)
Louis on the luggage, you know how them flights be, yeah (Woo)
Shawty said she want a real n***a, rich n***a like me, yeah
The type to swipe the card, ain't no n***a like me, yeah
Dimes on my line, but my time ain't free, yeah
Shawty said she want a real n***a like me