[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Six designers on, I just can't have one
Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Three hoes in the bed giving head, and you know Young Rich gotta keep a Puerto Rican one
I'm in L.A., she in Italy, in Versace tryna get rid of me
Six chains on, three rings on
Pull out in a Faragamo Range Rover
Rich n***a hit [?]
[?] bricks for the peysos
[?] like nachos
I send them bricks to Paydro
I'm out in Venezuela, [?] birds straight to Casino
[?] straight to the airport
I don't even drive, 'cause I got an escort
Face card good, I don't need a passport
Ball so hard, I ain't never played the court
Press one button, now the whole roof gone
In a Maybach with a bitch from Hong Cong
Gas and lean, blowing on strong
Roley tells me that I'm on
My partner had [?] right in my driveway
Doing 350, going down the highway
Remix that brick, no yay
And then I call Jose
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Six designers on, I just can't have one
Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo
Eight chains on me, all cost a hundred
Call up the plug, get the bricks from Bahamas
Young n***a trapping out the bando, getting weight, now I moved up to the condo
Now I just can't have one
Two bitches came from Collarato
And my pinky ring, that shine, look like I'm drinking on Moscato
When I'm walking through my hood, young n***as calling me Huncho
No, I do not fuck with cops, gotta keep that nine on me, robo
And I'm on the block, and I got the bricks, [?] they know
Call up the plug, we finessing Jose
My time don't tick, in that flooded out Rolex
Wearing six designers, bricks in a Panamerra
Talladega Nights, my diamonds Quavo Will Ferrell

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Six designers on, I just can't have one
Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
The Prada, the Fendi, the Gucci, pull up in Suzuki, I ride with a cutie
Mcm bag, got a cutie
You a [?]
The Christian Louis Vuittons, checking my Louis Vuitton
Blowing up like I'm from Kazakhstan, I'm Mr. Miyagi, you Danielson
So many designers, they coming from China, and [?]
I'm rolling the cord, no Christian Spiner
The n***as studdy me like it's the finals
I got a plug, and he got a plug
But I am the plug, and I got the drugs
[?] my circle, I show you no love
I don’t do the dub, I sell you a dub
Whipping that brick like its Tobi
I'm balling on top, Ginobili
I'm scorring on n***as like Kobe
[?] can't hold me
My shoes, that's Balisiaga
Heck my belt Ferragamo
Diamonds [?] got me colder than tundras
[?] put that on my momma

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Six designers on, I just can't have one
Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one