[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Ha, good one, Richard)
Yeah
Yeah, uh (Yeah), yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (Wow), yeah
I like to flex (Yeah)
I like to flex, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
I like to flex (Mmh, uh, uh)
You see these diamonds 'round my neck

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Uh, bad little bitch, I turned that ho into a demon (Yeah)
She gon' hold my hand while a young n***a peein'
Smack her on the ass and hit my plug while she cleanin'
Nibble on that pussy like a young n***a teethin'
Yeah, I did the race in this McLaren, I'm leadin' (Vroom)
Moving too fast, Need for Speed, say I cheated (Yeah, yeah)
Rolex got me sick, too cold, now I'm sneezin' (Yeah, yeah)
I don't think I need it, but guess what? I'ma keep it (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, I'm a six-figure n***a (Oh)
Seven-figure n***a (Huh)
Eight-figure n***a
Nine-figure n***a (Yeah)
A ten-figure n***a (Ayy)
Me and my bitch and I'm getting rich with her (Okay)
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
I ain't with that chit-chat, that chitter-chitter (Let's go)
I was taught by the OGs to keep my chin up (Keep my chin up)
Getting to that bag, big flexing, doin' sit-ups (Doin' sit-ups)
Dye my bitch hair pink, a killer killer
Moonwalking in my Chanels, this the Thriller (Woo)
Pray to God every day (Woo), a born sinner
Smoking on that greenery, this caterpillar
You really moving wrong, G, I might just hit ya

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Ayy (Doo-doo-doo)
Doo-doo-doo, uh
Bow, bow
Bang, bang, yeah, bang (Yeah)
Uh, count my green (Yeah)
Count my Gs (Yeah, ayy)
Flex (Count my Gs)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Moneybagg Yo]
'Cause I'm a six-figure n***a (Yeah)
Seven-figure n***a (Huh, turn up, yeah)
Eight-figure n***a (Ayy)
Nine-figure n***a (Yeah)
Ten-figure n***a (Yeah, that's a lot of shit, n***a, like)
I'm gettin' rich, n***a (You gotta know I'm havin' that, ooh)
It's and my bitch and I'm getting rich with her (Life good now, okay)
[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
(Hey)
No occasion (None), I'm a lil' too wasted (Lil' too dope)
All blue faces (Huncho), on a daily basis
Light show, light show, crazy, crazy, I look like the strip in Vegas
Got a new bitch, I upgraded, can't go back to basic baby (Never)
I'm on the Florida red, I'm Trippie (Bling)
Don't slip in the drip like I'm icky (Oops)
They say I'm worth seven, but I got five figures with me (Right now)
Ice on me on numb, is that why they in they feelings? (Huh?)
Shoot him in his heart, hands on his chest, shiggy (Grrah)
Real rich n***a, I'm a broke n***a killer (Murder)
Ex-drug dealers, white rectangle pillars ('Nilla)
I ain't got no filter, you and her, me in the middle (Three way)
Thumbin' through four hundred, smokin' Skittles (Ayy)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
'Cause I'm a six-figure n***a
Seven-figure n***a (Huh)
Eight-figure n***a
Nine-figure n***a (Yeah)
Ten-figure n***a (Yeah)
I'm gettin' rich, n***a
It's and my bitch and I'm getting rich with her (Okay)