(Verse 1)
Look, I’m about to go ham in this mother fucka
Bitches know that I’m the man around this mother fucka
Ain't a thang change, accept the money and the fame
Type of n***a make that’ll make a dyke bitch switch teams
Got that money make em call me Richie Rich
Like untied shoes, fuck boy you a trip, 0-100 little n***a real quick
I’m the man of the city (look at the flick of the wrist)
I’m that n***a, light skin too pretty
Goddamn, hundred grand, little bitch I gets busy
Pockets fat, all that, n***a counting that Dinero
Where you at n***a, bank account on zero
Von Tae’ that n***a, muh fucka too trill
Pockets so full like it just ate a meal
Man of the year, I’m the man of the city
Tell these other mother fuckas Don’t forget it, lil n***a


(Chorus)
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once ‒ that’s the motto n***a YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin’ on the bench, n***a we don’t really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can’t see 'em cause the money in the way
Real n***a what's up?