[Intro]
Told her bitch "What you on? (What you on?)
I'ma shoot at that fuck n***a dome (Boom)
I'ma buy her lil' Christian Dior (Yeah)
Who want static? Pull up at your door (Yeah)
Wanna be in the gang, he a new drummer check him out he be toting that pole (Toting that pole)
Got the drop on a opp he postin' his shorty but lowkey I'm fuckin'-

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Stuck in my ways, bitch I'm only worried 'bout the bankroll ('Bout the bankroll)
I don’t got patience she could leave me right now don't care, no (I don't care)
I was out here dolo so I be used to this shit (Used to this shit)
She say I'm rude as a bitch
Mixing up the rerock but I keep it right out of the crib
Ain't trustin' nobody around us (Around us)

[Chorus]
Put packs together I'm countin' (I'm countin')
Rich n***a rockin' on Richezza (Richezza)
Got a luxury life, ever since I got right, everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper bitches in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready
Tell a n***a straight up that I don't wanna fit in, ain't ever gon' be a lil' regular

[Post-Chorus]
Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch I'm a youngin' right out of New York
I got a baddie, lil' bitch from the A
I'ma take her right with me cash out at the store
Bitch I'm a savage, that be the reason she falling for me 'cause a n***a be real (Real)
Really a stepper, don't gotta show you no ratchet, my n***as they handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps (At the opps)
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who dat boy on the block? (On the block)
What you know 'bout a drill with a big ol' steel?
Thirteen with a Glock
Bitch ass walk up come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind 'em
He moving funny bro bust a your noggin'
I had to cut off lil' shorty she toxic
[Bridge]
Told a bitch "What you on? (What you on?)
I'ma shoot at that fuck n***a dome (Boom)
I'ma buy her lil' Christian dior (Yeah)
Who want static? Pull up at your door (Yeah)
Wanna be in the gang, he a new drummer check him out he be toting that pole (Toting that pole)
Got the drop on a opp he postin' his shorty but lowkey I'm fuckin' his ho

[Verse 2]
Don’t compare lil' bitch ain't the same n***a
Forty K I could make a in a day get it
He a youngin' but still hold a K, n***a
Pull up on me and see how the trey hittin'
I got too much to lose for a broke bitch
Ain’t no cap in my rap, I'm a GOAT, bitch
Get 'em spinning right off of the coach
I got too many hoes for a old bitch, yeah

[Chorus]
Put packs together I'm countin' (I'm countin')
Rich n***a rockin' on Richezza (Richezza)
Got a luxury life ever since I got right, everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper bitches in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready
Tell a n***a straight up that I don't wanna fit in, ain't ever gon' be a lil' regular
[Post-Chorus]
Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch I'm a youngin' right out of New York
I got a baddie, lil' bitch from the A
I'ma take her right with me cash out at the store
Bitch I'm a savage, that be the reason she falling for me 'cause a n***a be real (Real)
Really a stepper, don't gotta show you no ratchet my n***as they handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps (At the opps)
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who that boy on the block? (On the block)
What you know 'bout a drill with a big ol steel?
Thirteen with a Glock
Bitch ass walk up come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind 'em
He moving funny bro bust at your noggin'
I had to cut off lil' shorty she toxic