[Hook: x2]
Shorty say that I would never make it
Now I'm sh**ting on her cause I'm famous
Pulling up in Porsches and I'm racing
Paper, I got paper, I got paper
Young n***a I made it
I'm finally famous
These b**hes, they're driving me crazy
They turn on the t.v
They see me I'm getting the spinach
The broccoli, veggies my pockets is heavy
I was on the phone with Offset
Takeoff, told me we was finna takeoff, takeoff
Quavo told me put into the bando
Whole lotta money on the table, pesos
Now I pull up in the [?]
And I'm sippin' on syrup
Ya b**h is a bird, so I kick her to the curb
The b**h got sum nerve
Feels good to be rich
Tryna figure out why you mad?
f**ing all the b**hes that been had...
I'm addicted to the money
f** rehab
Had to buy mama a Porsche
Hot like a torch
Lil n***a jumped off the porch
She said I wouldn't make it
But now that I'm famous
I'm thanking the lord
I wrecked in the Masi
I switched to the Rarri
He driving a Ford
A rich n***a walking around with a 50
Count up when I'm bored
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[Quavo:]
Paper on top of paper, yea we made it
All my old hoes, wanna have my baby
We was hittin' licks
Had the f**ing block hot
Domingo hit my phone
Say he bouta touchdown know his [?] was out
I told em I make it rapping
They thought it was funny...
Then young n***a got rich
Start counting blue hunnids
Me and Rich flexing on a b**h
Then we go to [?]
Really don't know
I'm thinking bout, copping a masi
Yea
And I want it black and white like Sylvester
I'm a let you tell it
What would you do for the cheddar?
We moving together
I know that you just a beginner
50 choppers in a sprinter
My momma she told me go k** em'
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