[Hook] [x2]
What you been doin'?
Working, racking, flexing on purpose
Pull up, that Maybach swerve
Sippin' on syrup
Who got them birds?
I got them birds
I'm looking for somewhere to serve
Give me the word, these b**hes they get on my nerves!
[Verse 1]
b**hes, they get on my nerves
Cause of the trap I got birds
The Rollie it cost me a vert
Came from the bottom, the dirt
I just might put all my chains on
Flexing on purpose it ain't wrong
Still sippin syrup outta styrofoam
b**hes I f** then they goin' home!
All of my n***as still trapping
Your b**h disappearing, no magic
Racking and stacking the paper
I'm Rich, I got too many haters
Hoes they f**ing and doing no talk
Sipping the syrup in the morning
Young Rich n***a, I am not sorry
I'm flexing on purpose, I bought a Bugatti
[Hook] [x2]
[Verse 2]
Addicted to chasing the cash
I'm thanking the lord I ain't mad
Thinking bout' sh** I ain't had
Now I got plenty of racks
Now I got cars in garage
b**hes they know I'm a star
I got a brick on my arm
30 my Rollie and charm
Where the f** was you when I was locked up?
Now I'm flexing, walking around with my wrists up
They asking me what I been doing
The money it's coming it's moving
I think that I'm hurting their feelings
We not the same cause I'm different
f** it I'm dropping the ceiling
Young n***a been chasing the millis
[Hook] [x2]