[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I ain't worried bout shit, young n***a, I'm rich
Got killers [?] they [?]
[?] pull up in [?]
Walk around with a bankroll
[?] cuffing hoes
Finessing the plug, and I run with the sack
Finesse, finessing, finessing
Finessing, finessing, I give her finesse
I ain't worried bout shit, young n***a, I'm rich
Got killers [?] they [?]
[?] pull up in [?]

[Verse 1: Pryme Rothstein]
Plug will pull up in multiple bands
Swapping the cash for all of the grams
Coaching my team, finessing the plan
Mr. Miyagi, I'm waxing your man
25 a pop, like a lemonade stand
Watch how I lurk, visual scan
Chilling in the cut like [?]
With 2 38's, Yosemite Sam
No house keys, bought a kilo, a wife
Amigos, mi amigos, Miami, they fly
Black in the [?] polite
Smoother than water and sharp as a knife
Where is my shoulder, I'm leaning off sprite
Over the pot like I'm cooking some rice
Cook everything, trampoline
Back at 1, Brian McKnight
Wavy navy, beef no gravy
Chasing cream, y'all chasing Bailey
Jerry Rice might cost 80
Whippin and whippin and whippin slightly
My trap moving like Sam and [?]
Your work moving like Miss Daisy
Feds watching, and they linking daily
NBA, this game amazing
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I ain't worried bout shit, young n***a, I'm rich
Got killers [?] they [?]
[?] pull up in [?]
Walk around with a bankroll
[?] cuffing hoes
Finessing the plug, and I run with the sack
Finesse, finessing, finessing
Finessing, finessing, I give her finesse
I ain't worried bout shit, young n***a, I'm rich
Got killers [?] they [?]
[?] pull up in [?]

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Dropping the top off the Porsche
This bitch is gorgeous
N***a I'm riding in [?]
Run with my guala, I came up from a dollar
I'm sippin that lean out the bottle
These n***as, they acting like bitches
I can't find the bottle, now I got the riches
Talking blue Benjies, but I got the check
Young n***a finesse
Finessing the plug, and I run with the money
But you are a junky
My bitch, she cooking and doing the dishes
She come from the country
Red bottoms [?]
[?]
[?]
I'm walking around with a house on my arm
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I ain't worried bout shit, young n***a, I'm rich
Got killers [?] they [?]
[?] pull up in [?]
Walk around with a bankroll
[?] cuffing hoes
Finessing the plug, and I run with the sack
Finesse, finessing, finessing
Finessing, finessing, I give her finesse
I ain't worried bout shit, young n***a, I'm rich
Got killers [?] they [?]
[?] pull up in [?]

[Verse 3: Pryme Rothstein]
Start high, did you rent a car, hijack
Guaranteed to get touched, iPad
Sweet lick, give it all to my comrades
[?] delete your contact
[?] all black
Can't walk in my hood, need a hall pass
Fast break, eight ball, throw it off glass
All [?] to finesse, Steve Nash
Home invasion [?]
[?] scheming for money and rent
Saving the stash, where is my [?]
Costs of trusts is higher than [?]
Pockets hurting, negative [?]
Starvin Marvin searching for place
Order [?]
Stay on my toes, Cassius Clay
[?], 100 karats
Street talk more than zoo parrots
Corner on lock, Brandon Harris
Set up the plug, vacay to Paris
Bankroll thick, far from average
Took the profit, bad habit
Ambush, I know y'all have it
Pack go missing, poof, magic
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I ain't worried bout shit, young n***a, I'm rich
Got killers [?] they [?]
[?] pull up in [?]
Walk around with a bankroll
[?] cuffing hoes
Finessing the plug, and I run with the sack
Finesse, finessing, finessing
Finessing, finessing, I give her finesse
I ain't worried bout shit, young n***a, I'm rich
Got killers [?] they [?]
[?] pull up in [?]