(Young Rich Squad)
Ooh
Getting this bag, you heard?
They getting mad, you heard?
I'm in a Jag, you heard?
Haha, yeah
You heard?
You heard?
You heard?
You heard?
Ayy, I'm popping tags, you heard?
Ayy
Scraped my rims look out, pot hole
I'm so cold I'm sick, snot nose
Gucci boy my fit, five-o
Fifty bands that's it
Not including Rolexs
All I do is spend my money
On some dumb expensive shit, whoa
I think I'm crazy I drive from the passenger car seat
In a Audi the jakes cannot stop me
In the back seat yo bitch tryna top me
I got rings on my car like it's Beijing
Got a boyfriend she ain't say the same thing
Said she single but it's like the same thing
So much guala I need me like eight rings
(Huh)
Been five years since high school waitin' on three
And I'm rich you lazy hoe
Love my dance club girls that's nice to me
Look up its raining hoe
Ooh
Getting this bag, you heard?
They getting mad, you heard?
I'm in a Jag, you heard?
Haha, yeah
Getting this bag, you heard?
They getting mad, you heard?
I'm in a Jag, you heard?
Haha, yeah
You heard?
You heard?
You heard?
You heard?
Ayy, I'm popping tags, you heard?
Yeah
Getting this bag, you heard?
They getting mad, you heard?
I'm in a Jag, you heard? (Dead ass)