[Chorus: Slawda]
I can't fuck with you broke n***as, cause I'm not your type
Racks like a pool table, my wrist and chain flooded with ice
VIP we on them couches, toasting up to rich [?]
Fake n***as they counterfit, I think them actors need an oscar
I'm making pay, [?] I think I'm in the game
I'm bout them riches, I'm addicted to the cash, n***a fuck the fame
I fuck with quarters, I ain't talking bout no slot machine
[?] and QC label, n***a we on the money team

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
[?]
Stand in the trap with the J's
I run with the K
[?]
Whippin the work with the [?]
QC the label got plenty of money, I pull up, they taking them pics
And my neck is a waterfall
I came from the bottom, was stashing the work in the wal
They wanna be like me
[?]
[?]
I pull out that Rari, my wrist is on froze
Young n***a got gass like Quicktrip
Got a verse for a brick, that's a quick flip
Pull off with your bitch, look at the rocks in my wrist
The diamonds they dancing [?]
I went to sleep in the trap with the Huncho
Walk around with a whole lotta hundreds
[?] pull up with a K like Rambo
Flippin narcotics like [?]
I got the dope in a bundle
Rich n***a walk around with real diamonds
You wifing that bitch, she pull up [?]
Rich!
[Chorus: Slawda]
I can't fuck with you broke n***as, cause I'm not your type
Racks like a pool table, my wrist and chain flooded with ice
VIP we on them couches, toasting up to rich [?]
Fake n***as they counterfit, I think them actors need an oscar
I'm making pay, [?] I think I'm in the game
I'm bout them riches, I'm addicted to the cash, n***a fuck the fame
I fuck with quarters, I ain't talking bout no slot machine
[?] and QC label, n***a we on the money team

[Verse 2: Slawda]
I'm dreaming bout money, thinking [?]
Look in my eyes, you see nothing but Benjamans
I'm rolling up grams and backwoods, shout out [?]
Finessing and flexing [?]
[?]
[?] extinding my clip
[?] that drip
Ice on my neck, and it drip on the couch
[?] ain't talking bout [?]
Geeking off [?]
[?] my n***a we lounging
All of my bitches astounding, came from the hood, the way that they feel me
[?]
[?]
[?]
You a fake, you a foney
[?] shining all on me
[?] running a check up
[?] got me feeling like [?]
I went from the rags to riches
[?]
[?]
[Chorus: Slawda]
I can't fuck with you broke n***as, cause I'm not your type
Racks like a pool table, my wrist and chain flooded with ice
VIP we on them couches, toasting up to rich [?]
Fake n***as they counterfit, I think them actors need an oscar
I'm making pay, [?] I think I'm in the game
I'm bout them riches, I'm addicted to the cash, n***a fuck the fame
I fuck with quarters, I ain't talking bout no slot machine
[?] and QC label, n***a we on the money team