[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh
Ha!
Uh, ay, uh, uh

[Verse]
Yea, look at my chain, it's shining, yea
That n***a rockin' fake diamonds
Higher than a bitch, I'm reclining, yea
Your bitch, she come out the Cullinan
Look at these racks, how they changing the climate
Already rich n***a, yea I ain't signing, yea
That n***a rockin' SI
Rockin' them fake ass diamonds, yea
Everyday, I get fly, yea, I don't even need no stylist, yea
Everyday, I get high, yea, high as hell n***a I'm gliding
Lil' n***a, don't even try it
Send his ass up right where God is
In that brand new Tahoe, brand new tint
Yea, like the president
Yeah that's what we riding in
Bitch, this all black Bentley militant
I got racks lil' bitch, can't fit 'em in
We got roxi's, fuck a middle man
I'm off Codeine, I can't feel my hand
I got racks bitch why my money dance
All these racks I need a rubber band
That boy plottin' he need another plan
It's a light just how these diamonds dance
"Really Rich", that shit right on my hand
Ridin' with sticks in a Sprinter van
That n***a hatin', he really irrelevant
Bitch I feel these percs' they heaven sent
Double cup straight filled with medicine
I just scored on a new p10 and my racks can't function, make no sense
Been that n***a since I was a jit, I dropped out bitch I got rich
Yeah, I said free lil' Will' right out that chain gang
Yeah, I got stacks on me, too rich n***a safe