[Intro]
I've been known, I love ya'll for this
I wouldn't wear it tho
I know father died, mother died, got me?
130 the producer
Ayyy, Rich Homie Baby!

[Chorus]
15 thousand will get your partner knocked off
16 thousand for them styled, tailored car bombs
18, I was stealin' mama's money out her top drawer
I could not get knocked off
So, you know I had to grind
So my folks won't have to work not more
Still goin' in, made a promise, we wouldn't hurt no more
Goin' to church on Sundays, what you worship for?

[Verse 1]
I was in the court
They thought I wasn't gon' dip
Used to hide money at my mama's house
She didn't know it was in her crib
I can't give no fucks no more, I gotta tell them how I feel
I can't show no love no more, they gonna stab me once again
Family in my business tryna see what I done spent
You can't offer me nothing and I don't need no new friends
I won't cover my tongue 'cause I don't care who I offend
Turn a L to a win
Turn a player to a pimp
Everything double G on my end
These bitches tryna cuddle me in my Benz
N***as tryna break me knowing I won't bend
And I tell that's how the story goes
And I came here just to vent
And I hope you can understand
(What about the critics bro?)
I won't let 'em in
[Chorus]
15 thousand will get your partner knocked off
16 thousand for them styled, tailored car bombs
18, I was stealin' mama's money out her top drawer
I could not get knocked off
So, you know I had to grind
So my folks won't have to work not more
Still goin' in, made a promise, we wouldn't hurt no more
Goin' to church on Sundays, what you worship for?

[Verse 2]
Lie to me in my face
But why would you stab me in by back?
Prolly 'cause you thought I was dead
I resurrected, I'm back, hoe
Every time a bad bitch call, my problems call me back, though
A lot of y'all n***as bit into my swag
Prolly not dealing with that flow
A lot of y'all n***as sound like my son
Shoulda been calling me dad-oh
(Rich Homie Baby!)
Rumor has it that I fell off
Only thing I fell off was a basket
Plug tried to send the bails off
I had to tell him, "Don't send it to the mansion"
Your favorite rapper tried to steal the sauce
I got that n***a stealing in the pantry
At times I forget I done made it
Still got a million in the mansion
Still tryna make 'em understand
Lot of discretion but I gotta keep a country head
Never sell my soul for a bunch of bread
[Chorus]
15 thousand will get your partner knocked off
16 thousand for them styled, tailored car bombs
18, I was stealin' mama's money out her top drawer
I could not get knocked off
So, you know I had to grind
So my folks won't have to work not more
Still goin' in, made a promise, we wouldn't hurt no more
Goin' to church on Sundays, what you worship for?

[Outro]
You can't run from the truth shawdy, you feel me?
I gotta be me, and fuck what anybody else think man
I'm back to having fun on you n***as