[Intro: Future]
We gon' get to it, n***a
By any means necessary
We were born like this
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly n***a sh** when I step out…
f** what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich n***a sh** when I step out…
f** what y'all talkin' about
f** what y'all talkin' about
f** what y'all talkin' about
f** what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly, rich n***a sh**, steppin' out
I be on that fly, rich n***a sh**, steppin' out
f** what y'all talkin' about
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm
Black Double-R, back the f** off
Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft
Wet p**y turn me on, money keep me hard
King sh**, Versace tiles, I ain't dryin' off
Marble floors, you dusty n***as couldn't walk on
Jesus walked on water, so I'mma walk on charters
Private jets, baguettes, only f** with ballers
All this, half a mill, first week of August
I ain't even doin' shows, I'm just workin' on the album
Forty for the feature, I just payed my mama's Visa
You in the club breathin', neck to neck, you n***as Beavis
She give me bu*t, head – get brain like a genius
I got that dope sh**, the 80s chrome Alpinas
White Beamer – my son gon' inherit this flow
You n***as gumball drops on the bottom of my sole
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Young n***a, we Rich Gang
Came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin' down…
Black Double-R with your b**h, mane
With that top off and that drop head
Pull up on ‘em, they drop dead
n***as talkin' that bird sh**
When them birds came, they was not dead
And I was out there with that work
From the 15th to the 1st
My clique mean and they merk
We'll let them clips squeeze like dirt
When it come to them dollars, n***a, why bother?
These n***as don't want no problems
‘Cause I'll k** all y'all dead, put a price on your head
Get your brain, I doubt it
I be on that fly sh** – M-O-B that mob sh**
Boy, I'm talkin' G5 sh**
Fifty racks for that ride, sh**
That ain't yours, that's my b**h
You clocked out and I signed in
We young n***as, we grindin'
We shinin' like diamonds
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mystikal]
Make them pop ten bottles like, "give me ten more"
I'm in the club pa**in' weed to the b**hes, like “hit this sh**”
Your stupid a** outside talkin' ‘bout “get me in!”
Should've known I was a fool, when I moved
When I pulled up in that Bentley
Told y'all I was gangster, still somethin' like a pimp
Don't say I didn't – million-dollar flow
Got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
VIP for n***as like me
Wish a motherf**er would touch that rope
Rappers, hustlers, dealers, k**ers
Thugs, goons, beasts, guerillas
Money, cars, j**els, chinchillas
Jets, cribs, condos, villas
Say that, then… (hold up)
Goddamn right, b**h I've been fly since way back when
That's right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, there
Burnin' up the track like a motherf**in' matchstick
You know that's him
Tryna shine when you come around stars like us
They do look dim
Ain't got your game tight, ain't got your swag up
Shame on them
Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big
n***a, go to the gym
For the love of my clique, we up in this b**h
So sorry that your girl's s**in' my dick
Throwin' money in the air like I'm sick of this sh**
[Hook]