[Intro: Ethan Klein]
Ooh, you smell that?
It smells like... fried rice

[Verse 1: Ethan Klein]
You say Hila's borin'
Well, let's start there
She's a self-made millionaire
Served her country
Made a company
Emigrated to a new country
She got the bag without selling her soul
And broke the mold

[Bridge: Ethan Klein & RiceGum]
All I'm tryna say is, it was a mistake
I probably shouldn't have done it
And it'll never happen again, but shit
I made the bag, bag, bag—shit
Yeah, but she got the bag without selling her soul
So, did it feel good though?
But did it feel good though, though, though?

[Verse 2: Ethan Klein]
Now, let's talk about you, Rice
You chase clout
To fill a hole in your soul without substance
You will disappear
You need love, son
I wish your mom would hear
Your bitterness comes from the reality
That the most interesting thing about you
Is your money

[Pre-Chorus: RiceGum]
I probably shouldn't have done it
And it'll never happen again, but shit

[Chorus: Ethan Klein & RiceGum]
I made the bag, bag, bag
Views are down 'cause
Kids are growing up
Can't afford heat
Rice is all you eat
I made the bag, bag, bag
You pay your friends to play friends
Your girls to play girls
How fast they run when your money curbs
I made the bag, bag, bag
Views are down 'cause
Kids are growing up
Can't afford heat
Rice is all you eat
I made the bag bag bag
You pay your friends to play friends
Your girls to play girls
How fast they run when your money curbs