[Chorus]
All black Rick Owens glasses, yeah, stick on my hip, I'm blastin'
I'm a young rich n***a, I can do what I want, fuck that whip, might crash it
Got hoes in my bed doing backflips, 360 camera when I back in
I walk in the spot like I'm modeling, double cups in both of my hands
Why you keep bringing my name up like we gang? I don't even know that n***a
N***as be worse than bitches, hell no, I don't want no picture
Yeah, he said he fucked my bitch, which one? I got a roster of bitches
You already know what you signed up for, why you up in your feelings?
Damn, step in the room, white tees and sweats, bank account filled with chicken
Yeah, smoking on loud, you could hear it, I'm with the Mafia gang, Siberia

[Verse]
She had to think about what she doin', she had to process who she with
I spent forty bands last month and ten thousand was on kicks
You the brokest in the room, why you keep on talking? That's embarrassing
Yeah, my bitch get her own bag, she independent, she ain't reaching for shit
All these chains on my neck, they hit
We ain't on the same level, I skipped
Put Forgiatos on my rims
Had to change the way I move
Ain't goin' out in public, ain't in the mood
My n***as rock red bandanas
My n***as rock blue bandanas
I'm pourin' up pink in the Fanta
She shake it for me, all ass and tits
You thought I was feeling you, that was an accident
Could've sworn I seen you, I was hallucinatin'
Had a show in Seattle, it was lit as fuck, I'm smokin' on Gary Payton
I feel like Buddah, I'm high as fuck, walkin' 'round my mansion
She already know that I'm racked up like I'm Roy, I don't need to say shit
[Chorus]
All black Rick Owens glasses, yeah, stick on my hip, I'm blastin'
I'm a young rich n***a, I can do what I want, fuck that whip, might crash it
Got hoes in my bed doing backflips, 360 camera when I back in
I walk in the spot like I'm modeling, double cups in both of my hands
Why you keep bringing my name up like we gang? I don't even know that n***a
N***as be worse than bitches, hell no, I don't want no picture
Yeah, he said he fucked my bitch, which one? I got a roster of bitches
You already know what you signed up for, why you up in your feelings?
Damn, step in the room, white tees and sweats, bank account filled with chicken
Yeah, smoking on loud, you could hear it, I'm with the Mafia gang, Siberia