[Intro: Rich Amiri]
Yeah, what I say?

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Ridin' with a stick, strapped up
Solo spin, I don’t need backup
Oh, you love that ho? She suck me up 'til her knees act up
Oh, you got some clothes? I bet you don't got this Louis fur coat
35 hundred for a show, 'member way back I was kickin' in doors
I'ma just flex and finesse, bad Eritrean bitch play with my dreads
Slowin' down, pourin' up red
Act' with the Sprite, I ain't sippin' on Tuss'
Shootin' straight bricks like Russ
I don't want fame, I want them bucks
Post me one time, ho, we done
Swear to God, you cut

[Verse: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, ERD on my shirt and my pants
Givenchy mesh look like I got a tan
I'm in them stores, I might drop a ten on 'em
They ain't even know 'bout the brand
That boy a ho, you ain't know 'bout your mans
You might just get lined, ain't know bout them plans
Ain't wasting my time, they won't understand
I can show you how to get to them bands
I can show you how to get to that bag
N***as thought they really knew about swag
The shit I rock, no one can't get a tag
I cut her off she say, "That was a drag"
Got a four, now I'm pourin' up slow
You worried 'bout me, you a friend or a foe?
I pass the blunt, she gettin' fried for sure
And I don't sleep, no, I don't cry for hoes
Yeah, you was lyin' for me
Now you don't got time for me
I'm a rich n***a, it's time to be
All about me 'cause they crying to me, for real
She tellin' me everything, you would've thought she was signed to me, yeah
Now she want a wedding ring, I was like, "Bitch, who you tryin' to be?"
[Bridge: Lil Tecca]
Turn her to an eater, turn her to a diva
She just earned her stripes, turnt her to a cheetah
I could cut 'em off, now that I don't need 'em
They ain't see the vision, now they all believe us

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Ridin' with a stick, strapped up
Solo spin, I don’t need backup
Oh, you love that ho? She suck me up 'til her knees act up
Oh, you got some clothes? I bet you don't got this Louis fur coat
35 hundred for a show, 'member back then I was kicking in doors
I'ma just flex and finesse, bad Eritrean bitch play with my dreads
Slowin' down, pourin' up red
Act' with the Sprite, I ain't sippin' on Tuss'
Shootin' straight bricks like Russ
I don't want fame, I want them bucks
Post me one time, ho we done
Swear to God, you cut

[Outro: Rich Amiri]
Nah, I ain't playin', n***as got one time
I look on your story, I see me, it's over
I swear to God, huh, swear to God