[Intro]
Ayy, hey
Ayy

[Verse]
Make fifty million in the gamer chair
Don't count the money 'cause I know it's there
Don't play with me, this shit ain't fair
Carry it and bear it
Shit gettin' scary
Rich, I'm very
Sunday with the Cherri
Whip all white, red guts, cherry on top
Guarantee they send my closet every thread you cop
Lot of you n***as is lukewarm, but, none of you n***as is hot
Went eleven weeks number one, bitch, I came up with, "The Box"
Lot of horses in the engine, Forgies when a bitch trot
Michael Jordan with the ball, Jay-Z with thе Roc
Got my mind from my mama
Got the hustle from pops
N***as want me to stop, so, I'ma keep on droppin'
Around thе mansion it's a ostrich, I'm a trendin' topic
My lil' bitch from out the yajects, drop off this deposit
Wrappin' all these diamonds 'round my neck 'cause I'm a narcasist
My whip look like darkness
You got me like a cartridge
How the fuck you look at us and act like you don't know we rich?
They say, "Yo' bitch be on my dick," never find no ho in me
I'm what I forward to be
Bitch, ain't no recordin' me
Out in Portugal, I don't speak no Portuguese
But, she know get on her knees
I'm black Jesus in my city, n***a
I was seein' Ps way before the CDs, n***a
I ain't embarrassed when they say rap changed my life
Make another five hundred when I got on the flight
Reebok got me deals, I need mills
Got to sit down with Doner and show him what I can build
I could make a hundred million off tennis shoes, for real
Might sit back like Ye and stack me a couple mills
Audemar— Mar—M—M— Mar, M— M— Mar— Mar
Pagani, P—P—P—Pagani, Pagani
The doors chop a n***a up like the whip Chinese
Rollin' in a Demon, tell the Devil, "Get behind me"
Ayy, ayy
Ayy
Ayy, look
I got in my environment and I can't warm a studio
Junkie, suicide
Barma, stay away from socials, I don't like my name in drama
Devil take my life away, I told God to take my trauma
Got famous on my own, my time to go find a Madona
And make a million-dollar baby, I might celebrate Kwanzaa
A famous collar, I make the whole bedroom Prada
Make fifty million next year, I'm just being modest
'Til then, it's sheepskin, condoms, and mix all on my clothes
A regular day, it might be Nike down all the way to my toes
Been internalizing scriptures and writin' down my goals
I can't never flip, and never fold
It's Ricch, ayy