[Intro]
I'm havin' dumb money

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, we can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?)
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks)
Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrrt, skrrt)
I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot)
Never bring a freak to your spot (Woo)
Dolce and Gabbana on my flip flops
I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing)
Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks)
Fendi, am I drippin' or I'm splashin' (Or splashin')
12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' (Skrrt)
How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again)
Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em)
Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em)

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Off-White with the Gucci, I might mitch match (I might mitch match)
When I fuck her, you can get your bitch back (Get your bitch back)
What the hell she was thinking? I can't kiss that (Why the hell?)
Why she ask me where the hell I got my wrist at? (Got my wrist at)
Why the hell a hundred-thousand in my backpack? (In my backpack)
Why these bitches think that we can come in contact? (Come in contact)
This is my drank, this ain't cognac (This ain't cognac)
You ain't get a milli, why you sign that? (Why you sign that?)

[Verse 2: Sose Paez]
Look look look look
I can get a rack off my shit now aye
Boutta take over the world on my way now aye
You should've listened when i talk bout my shit nah, aye that some bullshit, do not waste my time that's irracional, not passional, obsession all, why you just don't get to study be professional, I don't wanna follow rules, system opression all aye i can not take you in my path no, bitch why you look so upset, you just betrayed you are dead to me, made like i never existed, I don't want no mistress, i can not stand all these bitches, and you will see that i'm the richest, mind your job and do not try to make stitches, show your fists what you see, you said you had the power of a God, but you never get taught bout the real one, karma 91, you should prolly be no one in bout a second bro, that's your shit, and you think all that shit is real, but do not mind me while i sit and pretend to be real, i can not think, you should start thinking bout all the shit what makes you feel like you feel free don't know who's real you enemy

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, we can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?)
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks)
Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrrt, skrrt)
I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot)
Never bring a freak to your spot (Woo)
Dolce and Gabbana on my flip flops
I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing)
Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks)
Fendi, am I drippin' or I'm splashin' (Or splashin')
12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' (Skrrt)
How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again)
Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em)
Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em)
[Verse 1]
Off-White with the Gucci, I might mitch match (I might mitch match)
When I fuck her, you can get your bitch back (Get your bitch back)
What the hell she was thinking? I can't kiss that (Why the hell?)
Why she ask me where the hell I got my wrist at? (Got my wrist at)
Why the hell a hundred-thousand in my backpack? (In my backpack)
Why these bitches think that we can come in contact? (Come in contact)
This is my drank, this ain't cognac (This ain't cognac)
You ain't get a milli, why you sign that? (Why you sign that?)