[Intro]
Are you in the mafia?

[Verse 1]
Tuck them chains in (In)
It's gon' be a robbery
Super-bad bitch with me on the way to get hibachi (Mwah)
Seen n***as turn into rats like they rob me (Rat)
I gave Rell a head nod, in the bar, he done dropped 'em
High-profile my boss, John Gotti (Gotti)
She don't like Percs (Oh, yeah), I hit her with a Scotty (This here)
I know where to take 'em, make it sixty-four Rossi (Okay)
DMG next, I done killed 'em off, Versace
Every n***a got all slips in my posse (All slips)
Rich n***a where? Won't catch me in no 'posits (Hell nah)I don't got no change on me, boy, fuck a wallet
223s was meant for his mans, but he caught 'em

[Chorus]
New 'Cat with the paper tags, bitch, you know I'm rich
Action impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blicks
Spoiled lil' bitch want a bag, 'cause she know I'm rich
You shouldn't let me pop off first (Don't do it)
'Cause bitch, I ain't gon' miss (I ain't gon' miss)

[Verse 2]
I'ma say less (Less)
You know I'm hardbody (Grr)
I got a lil' freak bitch, she nice, and she naughty (Mwah)
You reach for this chain in the club, we stop the party
In the bar, masked up with the gang and the choppy
I'm back talkin' choppy, bro done hit me with the Wocky
Fucked their bitch at the party, I won't tell no bitch I'm sorry (Uh-huh)
Rose gold lenses in my Cartie's
You could find me in the mall, is all my racks blue like the fountain?
Say he on my ass, I doubt it
You broke, boy, that's childish
Get the paper, that's major
Fuck them stinkin' hoes, hit 'em later, that's later (Haha)
You never in your feelings 'bout these racks, now, that's player (That's P)
A n***a violate, cross the line, then erase him
My n***a give my forty for the jeans, he in Dayton (He know)
And when I'm out in Georgia, I got family out in Macon
2022, Lord, I'm the motherfuckin' saviour (Amen)
My puppy plug Asian (Grr), he meet me at the agents
Exotic what I'm blazin', we got dreads like Jamaicans
And we savage like we Haitians (Facts), boy, don't try to be courageous (Nah)
I done fucked her upside down, she keep sayin' I'm creative (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
CCW case, I ate it, I'm the motherfuckin' greatest
[Chorus]
New 'Cat with the paper tags, bitch, you know I'm rich
Action impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blicks
Spoiled lil' bitch want a bag, 'cause she know I'm rich
You shouldn't let me pop off first (Don't do it)
'Cause bitch, I ain't gon' miss (I ain't gon' miss)

[Outro]
Stop this bitch (Grr, grr, grr)