[Intro]
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)

[Chorus]
Ayy, this a rich party, you can't get in it
Hey, I done made more than you in two minutes
Ayy, [?]
[?]
Fans don't know [?]
I just ball hard in the store, no hesi'
N***as wanna [?]
I just been goin' to the top, where I'm headed
Said he my slime, gon' ride 'til I'm dead
I'm geek out my mind, got a headache
Shawty don't waste my time, you'll regret
I'm just tryna clear my mind, and count this guap with you
Baby these diamonds flawless
Crossin' back, shawty you could've had all this
Got rich in school, I ain't enroll in no college
Black and white diamonds, my neck sound like Logic
Back on my grind, like I never been off it
For the rap n***as, that still watch me like the office
Me and gang, came along way from apartments
Now we in the store, shoppin' different departments
Ho' tryna pull up and top it
I [?]
Bitches move slimey, like [?]
[?]
All this money, n***as gon' change the topic
These n***as [?], these n***a be broke
N***as can't touch none the money they signed for
You dumbass n***as [?]
I'm in this bih' blowin' gas, huh
I'm in this bih' blowin' dope
No deal, bitch I still got them racks, huh
I got twenty racks spread on the floor
N***a push up on me, he get whacked (Bop, bop, bop)
Better ask, "What happened to lil' bro?"