[Intro: Octavian]
Young n***a got lit
I'm in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: Octavian]
Fuckin’ n***a got lit
Young Phillip came runnin' out the bando rich
It's wintertime, I got a candle lit
Where man a go, gang go
Ayy, I stay low, watch my stack grow, n***a got rich (Woo, woo)
Young n***a came out the bando lit, I took risks (Okay)
Pushed forward, the bank grew big
Big problems, nothin’ the man can't fix (Hey)
Young Philip came out the bando, bitch, he got lit (Ayy, six)
Young Phillip came out the bando rich

[Verse 1: Octavian]
Came in like the man (Man)
At your show, takin' all your fans (Sorry)
Beg someone try and get my fans off me (Bitch)
It depends, can they get the bands off me? (Bands, never)
Your bitch dance on me
Talkin' shit, says she is a fan of me
Tell my bodyguard to get that fan off me
Told my bitch she can't stand with me
That's awkward (N***a, that's awkward)
Roll up the Backwoods (Backwoods)
Funny 'cause we only move forwards (Yeah)
They used to ignore us (Bitch, yeah)
Now, they adore us (Bitch, yeah)
We never lose focus (Yeah)
Walk around, now they applaud us (Yeah)
The money’s so more-ish, the diamonds so flawless
[Chorus: Octavian]
Fuckin’ n***a got lit
Young Phillip came runnin' out the bando rich
It’s wintertime, I got a candle lit
Where man a go, gang go
Ayy, I stay low, watch my stack grow, n***a got rich (Woo, woo)
Young n***a came out the bando lit, I took risks
Pushed forward, the bank grew big
Big problems, nothin' the man can't fix (Hey)
Young Philip came out the bando, bitch, he got lit (Ayy, six)
Young Phillip came out the bando rich

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
'Bout a hundred bands on me, uh
Diamonds gon’ dance on me, uh
Trip out to France on me, uh
Look at this tan on me, uh
She got a plan on me, yeah
All of these brands on me
In the big truck when she throw that ass up
And I bet she land on me
Don't fuck with the clique, man, it's homicide
Hammer time and you know that it's drummer time
Word up, we'll leave a n***a traumatized
A$AP and you know we got the mob ties
Right now, see you lookin' like a mob wife
Go half on a baby like all night
In the brand new Mercedes and it's all white
Man, I know they gon' hate me but it's alright
Man, I know they gon' hate me but it's alright
I done pulled up with the Prada from the archives
Now you know a n***a buzzin' like a beehive
And you know a n***a stuntin' in a G5
And you know we can't stop 'cause we on the grind
We be gettin' it, got guap on the mind
I could take your bitch, you could get one of mine
'Cause we gettin' lit, know a n***a finna shine, yeah
[Chorus: Octavian]
Fuckin' n***a got lit
Young Phillip came runnin' out the bando rich
It's wintertime, I got a candle lit
Where man a go, gang go
Ayy, I stay low, watch my stack grow, n***a got rich (Woo, woo)
Young n***a came out the bando lit, I took risks (Okay)
Pushed forward, the bank grew big
Big problems, nothin' the man can't fix (Hey)
Young Philip came out the bando, bitch, he got lit (Ayy, six)
Young Phillip came out the bando rich