That Rich Gang lifestyle 
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers 
Big money, nigga
Take the jet
L.A., hit the bity
Boolin’ in the bondo with a few bitches
And they go to trippin 
Drankin’ that GTV, that tequila
Smokin’ them stunna blunts 
Nigga we never hungover 
Poppin’ bigger numbers with my niggas
Straight Bs only 
Shout out to my love, my blood, my team, my gang, my family, nigga, you know what we bleed 
404, 305-04 
What’s poppin’, nigga?
B-House of Dank, put it in the air
This that YSL, Rich Gang, RHQ, YMCMB shit 
Big B’s with a few C’s 
PeeWee, what’s poppin’, nigga?
Bankroll Mafia
Hot Beezle, what’s brackin’, nigga?
The pussy outta line, the pussy get they head bust 
Ha, you dig?
B-Loc and Bentley, y’all know the business
It’s B-Slime or G5—blat!
Rest in peace Tamara and Miss Gladys, boy
Oh , ayy
Oh 
 Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
For sure, for sure 
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
For sure, for sure 
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
And that is for sure, its for sure 
Tell a nigga, would you ride for a nigga, baby? 
Would you die for a nigga, baby? Hey 
Baby girl, would you cry for your nigga, baby?
Would you cry for your nigga, baby?
Ayy , baby girl, what you know, what you know bout that?
What you know bout that? You don’t know nothin 
Baby girl, what you know bout that, bout that?
What you know bout that? You dont know nothin
She don’t know it, she don’t know it 
Work comin in any day or later, ayy 
Eat her candy, Now-and-Later, wait 
I ain’t through, baby, buying acres 
 Almost done
Let me put something inside of your stomach 
Let me put some right up under your lungs 
Baby, I just wanna hit like Barry Bonds 
I know all you wanna do is have fun 
I put my heart inside yo pocket, you cant break it 
I told you, I love you to death, never dissed you, not once 
You my twin, yeah, you my twin, baby, let’s stay together 
You know you can never ditch me, baby, you know better 
You know I look at you like gold, you my future trophy 
She know she got my heart, she say, Do it, I jump like Tarzan 
Drugs don’t stop, you know I can’t stop, wait
Baby don’t press charges, she know that I’m on the block, woo
When she pull up, she can’t go back, she gon stop, no
She ain’t know what time it was til I bought her first clock 
Rolex, spend a thousand on a flock, no Wak 
And you know I’m coming back like them boys, no Shop 
Loading up a Glock
Take shots, I got Jays on a flavor-flavor watch 
Billidybop, pull up, shootin buckshots 
Yeah, they watch me like a fucking cable box
Bitches wanna fuck me and they also want my top 
Mama told me never give tops outside the shop 
Pull up on your girl, I’m lurkin’ like a cop
Pussy nigga play, I beat them like I box
Hey, Im the president, baby, blacker Barack 
Thirties on the Chevy, my nigga, plus its a box 
You should know me in shark shoes, sponsored by Fox
Split that money up in eight ways like I’m an octopus 
On the campus with lots of pounds, kicked out of college 
All I bleed is red, my nigga, but Im not stoppin shit 
Pull up to the set, and I come and pay all my homages 
Hoppin out on Bleveland, I pour up straight out the pharmacy 
Pussy nigga scared to say it, I got em hummin shit 
Lil bitch, you know I’m really thuggin like Bones-N-Harmony 
I can never... 
I’m an animal, you know I got stamina
If a nigga ever got robbed, bitch, I’m the manager 
And I got an African with weed over on Campbelton 
Lil mama, don’t go, keep it stompin’, I want that cameltoe 
Pull up to the set with them sticks and have us an ammo show
Lead through the front door with that Tec, its out the back door
Bags in this bitch, so many bags, like, Where the racks go? 
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes 
For real 
Dont act like you dont know when you know that you know
For real 
Even when Im laying down, baby, Im keepin it tucked
For real 
Swear to God, when you play with just one of these bucks
You get killed
Baby girl, would you ride for your nigga?
Would you ride for your nigga?
Would you die for a nigga? Hey 
Baby girl, would you cry for your nigga?
Would you die for your nigga?
Would you ride for your nigga? Hey 
Baby girl, what you know, what you know bout that?
What you know bout th-that? You don’t know nothin
Baby girl, what you know, what you know bout that?
What you know bout that? What you know bout tha—