No-ooo-oh
Rich Gang
Thugger 
Thugger Baby 
No-oo-oh 
We got London on the track 
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
I wont live it up until I leave
You can’t sweep my flyness like no witch
Wassup Nipsey, I got keys to the city
All of my bitches tell me Im the realest
, boy you not runnin 
, Tummy no stomachs 
Gold no mummy 
My racks are lettuce, my kush are onions 
Im gon always say yes to my bitch never no no
I think that her pussy is tight cuz she pigeon-toed 
I know all my diamonds are water because they soaked 
I might take that bitch out for martyr all cuz she spoke
Stand up Harriet Tubman!
Stand up, whats her deal? no sub band
Bitch, Im high off substance
Im a bee plus I am buzzin
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
I wont live it up until I leave
You cant sweep my flock bitch like my weeds
Whats up, Nipsey? I got keys to the city
Ill love my bitch and tell me I know feelings
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Never wanna be average 
All I wanna do is see Gladys
Never wanna see backwards, all I ever did wanna just see baggage
Never wanna ever be daddy
Never ever wanna be my daddy
All I ever did and wanna be 
And all I ever wanna be was him 
See I played in this game, and I laid in this game, all I ever wanna see was gems
So I sure a nigga get stacks
Pretty Benz with the tinted rims
Big money nigga 100 stacks 
Bad bitches in them new backs 
Guns up nigga fuck friends 
A 100 niggas in a 100 Benzs
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
I wont live it up until I leave
You cant sweep my flock bitch like my weeds
Wassup Nipsey, I got keys to the city
Ill love my bitch and tell me I know feelings