[Chorus: Lil Chris]
I drip in nun' but designer shit
Hop out that Range with the finest bitch
She somewhere with me smoking weed while you lookin for
Calling my phone tryna find a bitch
My drip too expensive for broke n***as
Stay to myself I can't fuck with you hoe n***as
I got some G Lord and Folk n***as
Folks got the strap in the cut like a sew n***a
I say green light it's go n***a
They leave your brains on the muhfuckin' floor n***a
But I'm focused on dough n***a
Amiri Balenciaga from head to my toe n***a
We was down now we way up
Yeah we young and we paid, no it ain't my birthday, but I went got my cake up
Pull out fast cars, Mazis and Jaguars
That's why them broke n***as hate us

[Verse 1: Lil Chris]
Woo!
I'm too fly for you maggots
Came in with expensive habits
I call up Duck, he pull up with the Glock, and that bitch spit out fire like a dragon
She eat that dick without gagging
I, beat it out raw fuck a magnum
20 thou laying but my pockets my pants keep on falling I can't stop from sagging
These n***as and bitches gon' talk, "He got this, he got that" I let them do the bragging
Still in the hood bitch I'm good yeah I'm stacking
I wish a fuck n***a would like a cabin
No I don't fuck with you clowns I ain't laughing
I bought my girl what she want without asking
Spent a few racks for some Cartier glasses, ooh
[Chorus: Lil Chris]
I drip in nun' but designer shit
Hop out that Range with the finest bitch
She somewhere with me smoking weed while you lookin for
Calling my phone tryna find a bitch
My drip too expensive for broke n***as
Stay to myself I can't fuck with you hoe n***as
I got some G Lord and Folk n***as
Folks got the strap in the cut like a sew n***a
I say green light it's go n***a
They leave your brains on the muhfuckin' floor n***a
But I'm focused on dough n***a
Amiri Balenciaga from head to my toe n***a
We was down now we way up
Yeah we young and we paid, no it ain't my birthday, but I went got my cake up
Pull out fast cars, Mazis and Jaguars
That's why them broke n***as hate us

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
Uh, you got some business then stand on it
Talking 'bout money we been on it
I was gon' buy my pops a new Range Rover but he told me he didn't want it
They think a n***a don't cash in
Cause I spent $30,000 inside of Gucci and I don't even wear the shit
I know that shit so embarrassing
In love with money I married it
Hell yeah, I was broke before, now I'm up bitch, I'mma cherish it
I just might go and get the AMG Benz like fuck it
Showed 30 racks on the gram, they was pissed, wait 'til I show 'em a hunnid'
Bitch!
Money!
[Chorus: Lil Chris]
I drip in nun' but designer shit
Hop out that Range with the finest bitch
She somewhere with me smoking weed while you lookin for
Calling my phone tryna find a bitch
My drip too expensive for broke n***as
Stay to myself I can't fuck with you hoe n***as
I got some G Lord and Folk n***as
Folks got the strap in the cut like a sew n***a
I say green light it's go n***a
They leave your brains on the muhfuckin' floor n***a
But I'm focused on dough n***a
Amiri Balenciaga from head to my toe n***a
We was down now we way up
Yeah we young and we paid, no it ain't my birthday, but I went got my cake up
Pull out fast cars, Mazis and Jaguars
That's why them broke n***as hate us