I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin bout I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout I be on some fly rich nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly rich nigga shit steppin out Fuck what yall talkin bout
Quarter mill for the car, quarter mill on the ah Black double R, back the fuck off ah Drop here, cut yo head off, Wet pussy turn me on, money keep me hard King shit, Versace towels, I ain't grindin off Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldn't walk on Jesus walked on waters so I'mma walk on tartars Private jets but gets, homey fuck with ballers All this half of mill, first week of august I ain't even doin shows, I'm just workin on the album 40 the fisha, I just paid my mama's Visa You in the club, weaving neck to neck, you niggas Beavis She give me Butthead, getting brain like a genius I got that dope shit, that 80's chrome Alpinas White Beemer, my son gon inherit this flow You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my souls
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin bout I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout I be on some fly rich nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly rich nigga shit steppin out Fuck what yall talkin bout
Young nigga, we Rich Gang Came up from that rich game Picture me rollin down Viscay Black double R with yo bitch mane With that top off and that drop hit Pull up on em, they drop dead Niggas talkin that bird shit When them birds came they was knocked dead And I was out there with that work My clique meanin they murk We have them clips squeezed like dirt When it come to them dollars nigga why bother? These niggas don't want no problems "˜Cause I kill all yall dead, put a price on yo head Get yo brain knocked out it woo I be on that fly shit, M O B, that mob shit Born talkin, deep fire shit 15 racks for that raw shit That ain't yall, that's my bitch You clocked out, I signed in We young niggas, we grindin
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin bout I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout I be on some fly rich nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly rich nigga shit steppin out Fuck what yall talkin bout
Nigga pop 5 bands like give me 10 mo I'm in the club, got some weed to these bitches like hit this shit I wanna talk bout get me in Should've known I was a fool when I moved, when I pulled up in that Bentley Told ya I was a gangsta and something like a pimp Got a lot of dough, brand new clothes Which a motherfucker would touch that rope Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers Thug, goons, bees, gorillas Money, cars, jewels, tuchillas Jet, cribs, condo fillers And you been flyin since way back when Runnin up the trade like a motherfuckin man Tryna shine when they come around stars like us, they do the dance Ain't got yo game tight, ain't got yo swag up The last 2 live when you think sharp in They lovin my clique, we up in this bitch So sorry that yo girl suck on my dick Throwin money in the air like I'm sick of this shit
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin bout I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin bout I be on some fly rich nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly rich nigga shit steppin out Fuck what yall talkin bout