[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
CashMoneyAP
Hundred, [?]
Hoppin' out the lear, ay
[?], ayy
I've been off the lean, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Just hopped off the lear
This my ballin' year
Bitch I got racks on me, got stacks on me, I roll around in my check
And I got the black coupe with the mask too got the pointers all on my neck
I've been countin' up blue faces, got me like oooh, ooh
Flooded a bad bitch, had to pullin' up in a new coupe
Got the blue interior, I feel like blues clues
'Cause my dawgs piru they throw a su-woo
He can't walk in my shoes, these Louis boots

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Hey
Lately I've been ballin' hard, rich man on my letterman
Two bands on my vitamins
A young n***a fly like a jet again
When I touch down like a redskin
'Bout to touch a hunnid n***a bad team
Bitches on me 'cause my neck as wet as them
In the section I don't wanna let 'em it
Project n***a, I just turned rich, ayy
A young n***a stayed down, I done waited my turn, bitch
And if your main bitch let the whole squad hit, burn the bitch
I got the whole squad on [?] 'cause we earn the shit, ayy
I want the bigger bag, yeah, yeah
These n***as really mad, yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm the hottest n***a, had to cool it down like a ceiling fan, yeah, yeah
And I just fucked shawty, had to kick her out but she still a fan, yeah, yeah
I had a rough start, now I'm up, in the city I'm the man, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Just hopped off the lear
This my ballin' year
Bitch I got racks on me, got stacks on me, I roll around in my check
And I got the black coupe with the [?], got the pointers all on my neck
I've been countin' up blue faces, got me like oooh, ooh
Flooded a bad bitch, had to pullin' up in a new coupe
Got the blue interior, I feel like blues clues
'Cause my dawgs piru they throw a su-woo
He can't walk in my shoes, these Louis boots

[Verse 2: CalBoy]
Foreign bitches [?] on me
Bitch I be movin' like the president
They see a young n***a relevent
But I need more 'cause I can't get content (Yeah)
VV's all on my head, shine like a chandelier
I shine past my [?]
This my ballin' year
Ain't really into lane switchin'
Me and Roddy we the same n***as
Dirty [?], Mulsanne with us
Gang sign, when we take picture
Free my brother [?] 'bout to change game
Know you [?] fight [?] tryna maintain
Spend these hunnids every time I walk past
[?] n***as with 'bout fifty racks in the Louis bag
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & CalBoy]
Just hopped off the lear (Yeah)
This my ballin' year (Yeah)
Bitch I got racks on me, got stacks on me, I roll around in my check
And I got the black coupe with the [?], got the pointers all on my neck (My neck)
I've been countin' up blue faces, got me like oooh, ooh
Flooded a bad bitch, had to pullin' up in a new coupe
Got the blue interior, I feel like blues clues
'Cause my dawgs piru they throw a su-woo
He can't walk in my shoes, these Louis boots